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Help. I'm drowning. Rip me out by the root. My heart is made out of Nicotine and brick walls. I can feel the exact spot where my chest started caving in. I feel your finger tips slipping away from mine. This undertow, this torrent, this feeling. It's pulling me down faster than I can swim. And just like that everything goes numb. If I can't make it back, please don't forget me. Every one I've known, everything I've done, everything I can't take with me, it doesn't matter as much as this. If you remember nothing else, remember how you made me believe. You made me believe the unattainable was not so far away. That maybe this all isn't some huge ******* joke that everyone else gets. If I don't make it back, please forgive me. I swear I didn't want to go.
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Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 6:28 PM UTC
What Its Like To Drown
Help. I'm drowning. Rip me out by the root. My heart is made out of Nicotine and brick walls. I can feel the exact spot where my chest started caving in. I feel your finger tips slipping away from mine. This undertow, this torrent, this feeling. It's pulling me down faster than I can swim. And just like that everything goes numb. If I can't make it back, please don't forget me. Every one I've known, everything I've done, everything I can't take with me, it doesn't matter as much as this. If you remember nothing else, remember how you made me believe. You made me believe the unattainable was not so far away. That maybe this all isn't some huge ******* joke that everyone else gets. If I don't make it back, please forgive me. I swear I didn't want to go.
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Sep 7, 2010
Sep 7, 2010 at 6:28 PM UTC
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