The crushing weight pushing down on your chest. That's what I feel, man. The burning in my lungs trying to keep up. Then your mind only thinks about survival. And ignores those small minor cuts and scrapes.
Wait. My mind?
No. Like the universal you.
Universal me?
Forget it. My mind does those things.
Okay. Sounds bad.
Not actually. At that point, any depression I felt is gone and it's only about survival. Very pure. Like breathing winter air.
Wait. My mind?
No. Like the universal you.
Universal me?
Forget it. My mind does those things.
Okay. Sounds bad.
Not actually. At that point, any depression I felt is gone and it's only about survival. Very pure. Like breathing winter air.
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