Dad Punchers
respiratory
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You can write it, date it, and send it. Someday I'll be there to receive it. But the bookstores are going under because books are a fucking waste of paper.
You're either lonely or you're smothered and one day, it will be one or the other, so keep it in mind when I call you down the line to tell you that I've learned to breathe again. I've learned to breathe.
You can breathe in, breathe out, every breath feels the same and I know theres no one for me to blame except for me and the respiratory.