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One of those days when you feel like you've been hit by a truck. 'Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe out,' I tell my lungs. 'Beat,' I remind my heart. Things that used to be involuntary now consume all of my concentration. If my lungs keep breathing and my heart keeps beating, maybe I'll be okay. "This too shall pass," I tell myself and I keep smiling, not out of happiness, but rather an inability to find the strength to fall apart.