I have a problem.
I choose books
I relate to
Too well
And send myself back
In a flashback,
Hoping breathing
Might be enough.
But I can't breathe.
My lungs strain
To fill with air.
They deflate
And it takes
All the energy
Within me
To fix
My focus
On anything else
That I might
Be able to breathe
And choose another book.
One that contains an adventure
Not as dangerous for me.
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