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When life has too many loose strings, you feel as if you're falling. Heart aching. Color swirling. Your skin too big, it sags. You have five minutes to breathe. Heart beat slows as you focus what is in your head. The colors pause long enough to be shoved in a file box. A calm tide washes over. You remember who you are.

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