Oh, and to breathe another day. Starting with the first breaths of morning, which each new day that arrives, I become smitten once more by the unfathomable wall that barricades me from other lives. Inhaling the tears others call ‘dew’ and then, exhaling what was once laughter. How do I feel about today? How do I feel that I am alone in thinking about my life more so than others think about theirs? How do I feel when I am the only one who recaps on their day before they go to sleep. Then awaken to exhale thoughts, feelings, life. Forget, oh, dear God, forget. I am one day closer to dying. Breathe. I must cherish these days. Breathe. I must strive for today will be one of the first days I begin living on oxygen.

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I built a new chat room for those who need advice with life or have personal problems. Even the questions about emotions and discussions about theorists and psychologists like Sigman Froid and Josef Breue. Guests and Clients will be put in the comfy seat where the psychologists and therapist will be in aid in the #PsychoChat. This is also a fun chat to get away from the strict ones. : ]
Rules haven't been made as of yet, but they will be later on this week.

I'm also found in #DamnLit and #irpg, but I suggest you not talking to me in that room. X D

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, I give you my greatest support in words, thought, and heart. I know you'll make it through.