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Apr 2016
The chains wrapped around my body seem to get tighter every day.
The thriving sensation in my chest never seems to go away.
The stones attached to my feet, aim to drag me down lower.
I can't even scream for help, cause the waters getting colder.
I try to remember what it was like, to be able to breathe on my own
but the weights that are sewn into me, continuously have  grown.
The shackles on my wrist feel like wet concrete in the sun
My blood flow has stopped, and the feeling is numb.
I don't know how to explain myself, when people ask me what's wrong
I just look and say nothing, with a smile to go along
but really I'm not sure, and I haven't found the right answer
I'm just tired of living and wish death would come faster
I"m slowly going under the harder I'm thinking
Trying to find a way to keep myself from slowly sinking.
My body wants to break free  , but it's my mind that's not allowing
maybe it's best if i just give in, I mean I'm already drowning.
Chris Park
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Chris Park  23/M/Des Plaines, Illinois
(23/M/Des Plaines, Illinois)   
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