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I hit the ground hard and felt one of my teeth stab into my lower lip. At first I struggled hard for the breath that had been knocked out of my stomach. Gasps screamed out of my mouth but were having no intake into my lungs. Each second feels like an hour when you are failing to breathe and slowly drowning in a mouthful of your own blood. I coughed finally and the air resumed to flow. Dust on the concrete floor sucked up through my nose and into my mouth. The taste was like nothing I’d tasted before. Grinding my teeth hard as I tried not to yell out, I could feel sand and dust shredding my gums. Dirt was mixing in with my bloodied li