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Nick Scheel
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My body heaves as my lungs pump — out, the expell all the essential life ingredient; air they gasp in in frustration. Then the tears pour out, each a little bubble of my cosmos of disappointment and fear in life. My mouth is left tingling. My eyes feel the moisture remaining in the corners, like it were just rain and not thunder.

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