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Drowning
i’m sinking in a pool of my own thoughts and my own mind
a whole sea full of water yet it’s full of nothing but air
do you hear me?
there’s nothing really there yet i’m
drowning
i’m drownig and gasping for air...
drowning
but no water is there?
how the fuck is it possible for me to feel like i’m drowning when i thought i knew how to swim
drowning
i’m drowning becau...
Monday 5th March 2018 9:36 am
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