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Stones are collecting in my stomach, weighing me down to the depths. I won't struggle this time. I'm just too tired. Let the water be my air. Let me feel it in my lungs.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
Lungs
Stones are collecting in my stomach, weighing me down to the depths. I won't struggle this time. I'm just too tired. Let the water be my air. Let me feel it in my lungs.
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Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 10:20 PM UTC
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