I’m scared it’s coming back.
And this time,
I fear
I won’t come back.
The ocean is too deep.
I may drown,
not because I can’t swim,
but because I’m too tired
to even try.
I’m sorry.
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025 at 12:19 PM UTC
I’m scared it’s coming back.
And this time,
I fear
I won’t come back.
The ocean is too deep.
I may drown,
not because I can’t swim,
but because I’m too tired
to even try.
I’m sorry.
I wrote this because sometimes the only way to survive is to put the darkness into words.
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