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late 5 am asthma, internet search found article saying the realistic slap to the face (that’s needed) is that there is no cure. I think about a sore set of scarred lungs, winter overheated indoors, how the windows need opened, how I need opened, how to speak English or any language matters not enough because hatred is still the danger between all of us, so if you think you can get one friend on your side it is like the conquering of a nation and extra rainfall will benedict itself to you, you then are an illusioned president. the marble slabs cool down evening time and you can rest back on them in the summer by the apartment buildings being left alone, and at that time without a wheeze slowly draining the life out of you. memory becomes twisted, you twist yourself into knots, your ego says the be all answer cannot possibly be this simple. spokes of samsara wheel, endless if you want it. the pain junkies.