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by lexy-weixel

And you tell yourself you'll change. And you don't. And you push your hand through water, turn upside down and watch the sun ripple. And you stand in the shower- No, you sit in the shower, and you breath through the water, and you imagine what it might be like to drown. And it feels like air is hugging your lungs for the first time, curl upside down, and pretend the water is rain. You're walking home, because you have a home, and it's raining. And you didn't even think to grab an umbrella. And you don't care. When your hands are cold, always trust in a hot water faucet. Flipping 36 times in a row, blowing air out my nose. And I remember that. Clouds are made of water, so it makes sense to feel like you're floating on air.
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Apr 4, 2016
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#crying#water#suicidal#drowning#constant#swimming#repetition#flipping
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