The Pressure to Breathe

I can't watch the sunset
because it hurts my chest

but I like the way the waves crash against the shore
dragging it back down with the tide

I like the sounds the rocks make when they hit each
other as the water pulls them away

it is violent and calming all at once 

this pressure on my chest
makes it hard to breathe

it is just me crumbling under the weight
of all the things I do not know 

but then I have to remember 
that these things come and go

not every day will I be okay
and that's okay 

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