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I'm drowning, but I'm not putting up a fight. Silent torture. Waiting for the end whilst salt water stings and destroys my insides. My eyes are shut so I can't even see, the hand stretching out to save me.
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May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
Depression
I'm drowning, but I'm not putting up a fight. Silent torture. Waiting for the end whilst salt water stings and destroys my insides. My eyes are shut so I can't even see, the hand stretching out to save me.
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19/F/Earth
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 11:05 AM UTC
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