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I feel hands thumping at my chest. A drum playing its score without respite. Like that boat that didn't stop pitching like a mean and savage wind. Where am I?Come on! You can do it. Be strong. Come on, breathe!All my life I wanted to breathe, and now that they are urging me to, I simply wish to close my eyes. To stop this unholy pain in the hollow of my chest and to give in. It hurts so much."Hurry up, Nina.""Wait for me, Jacob. Wait for me, I need to catch my breath."We had to walk two kilometers to get to school. The mountain is always beautiful for those who climb it willingly. Sometimes I see a foreign tourist or nature lover open their arms wide to take in the pure air. For me, inhaling hurts so much at times... Read More.