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Nov 2015
Depression: To me it's like you're falling deeper into the darkest depths of the ocean. Where all the mysterious creatures and monsters lurk around you, including the ones that have yet to be discovered. Your vision is blurred, you can't breath, and you're positive you won't come out alive.
I was thinking about my grandmother who died in May, and my friend Angel who died by "accidental overdose" when I wrote this. I've been thinking a lot of mortality and what the human experience really is.
Akela Santana
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Akela Santana  24/Canada
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