I can't breathe...

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I couldn't breathe. I couldn't find air to exhale. I am overwhelmed. I am breathless.

Where is my supply?

He's trapped in a box, surrounded by my pride. He's encaged by my fear to face the reality of my desire.

I'd rather die, than tell him, he's the reason I'd ever make it to happily ever after...

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