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my head is being pushed into water by sets of hands. sometimes the water  finds its way into my tear ducts. sometimes into my lungs. the hands never identify themselves. but sometimes when i wiggle my fingers, my head itches.
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
drowning
my head is being pushed into water by sets of hands. sometimes the water  finds its way into my tear ducts. sometimes into my lungs. the hands never identify themselves. but sometimes when i wiggle my fingers, my head itches.
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
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