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Adrift. Without a grip, Without a choice of slipping under the current eventually. Limbs limp, Body spent, The water rushes over my face.
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC
Drowning
Adrift. Without a grip, Without a choice of slipping under the current eventually. Limbs limp, Body spent, The water rushes over my face.
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC
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