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I thought breathing was just something that happened naturally. Like how no one has to learn how to breathe, I thought I just had to live. But one day, taking a single breath became difficult. ‘...There is a problem with your heart.’ The doctor's low voice was terrifying at first. Truly. What if my heart gives out while I'm sleeping? What if I collapse while walking down the street? What if I don't see tomorrow morning? So every night, I listened to my heartbeat. Thump, thump. It was so weak and slow, it felt like it was prophesying the end. Whenever I heard people talk about the future, I felt like I was watching a world beyond a glass wall. Because everyone talked about tomorrow as if it were a given. So at some point, I resigned myself. It wasn't that death was scary; the time spent waiting for it was harder. Sometimes breathing became a burden, and on days when my heart ached, it felt like broken glass was embedded inside my body. When will I be able to escape this pain? “I-won, when the time comes, please eat my heart.”