Breathing

Many many days I know I am only breathing, not actually living.I am only breathing in and out, in and out because I have to. Not for any reason. I feel as if I am physically present but mentally far far away. It is a frightening thought at time, but I am so use to it that it feels like a companion that has been with me all my life. We are neither on good terms or bad. We are nothing.

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