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Take a Deep Breath...
yknow what that smell is?
that smell
is oxygen.
Well, oxygen mixed with other inert gases and possibly a few dust particles and pet dander and other things.
But its oxygen.
Anyways
imagine that you were no longer able to pull this sweet sweet gas into your lungs whenever you wanted it.
or.. not even that much.
Imagine you couldnt get as much as you wanted. You pull in the air, but your lungs are not satiated.
they beg for more.
always.
never satisfied.
That feeling in your lungs you get, after you run for a long time.
That feeling, constantly. Not enough air.
You inhale again.
Not enough air.
Again.
Nope, try it again.
You begin to feel dizzy, because you know that you're pulling in so much oxygen that its actually making you high.
You get woozy and tired.
you dont want to do the things you usually do.
Sleep sounds nice right about this time.
But you think to yourself.
"I'm a teenager, man.. i shouldnt be getting this tired from just sitting around. somethin's up."
You think it might be allergies, might be asthma.
"Don't they catch those things when you're younger?"
People around you begin to think you're lazy.
Just making it up so you dont have to help out.
They always knew you were lazy, its just now showing itself.
They dont matter.
You hate your job because you're constantly running out of the building for some "fresh air"... where the smokers all hang out.
You dont say anything.
They've been there longer than you.
It's their restaurant. Not yours.
So you quit.
But you need the money, rather desperately, actually.
You look for another job.
Not as easy as it used to be, because the economy is in the crapper.
Fucking Bush.
It's no problem though. You have your friends.
They're always there for you.
Loads of fun, too.
You hang out with them more and more, though it only makes you more tired, as their kinda fun involves stuff other than sleeping.
Thats ok, though. You can ignore the problem. It will build strength. Just imagine how much easier it will be when this goes away.
Maybe it wont go away?
Nah, it will. You dont have asthma, or allergies. You'd know by now. You're 17.
Maybe its the basement you always hang out in.
Maybe its damp there, and the mold is getting to your lungs.
Maybe your parents are sick of your shit, and want you around so they can mold you to their standards.
Maybe their mold is getting to you.
The deep breaths start to give you a headache.
It doesnt make sense. Its oxygen. Its good for you.
You remember when you were a kid, your mom used to say
"I dont feel well, im going to get some fresh air."
of course, at that time, she was a smoker.
But thats irrelevant. Shes an adult. She knows what shes doing.
Come to think of it, you cant remember many times when you really felt *good*.
it was always 'ok'.
'Still livin'.
'I'm alright'.
Sure, there were short highs after exhillarting events, but those go away eventually.
Back to the wheezing and deep monotony of lung capacitation.
Maybe you should borrow your friend's inhaler.
Open up the old bronchial tubes. see what that does for ya.
Nah.. thats wrong. wasnt perscribed to you. technically, it is a narcotic.
a weird one.
but a narcotic.
you dont do drugs.
you'll be fine.
just get some rest.
you'll feel better come morning.
i promise.
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Get Killed.
Get Noticed.
Keine Schoenheit Ohne Gefahr
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