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Jan 2017
When you float below the water just inches from the surface..suffocating in this vast ocean of thoughts.
You see life above but cannot reach it..you are anchored to the bottom no hope of rescue..
The blurred light of the sun u see and feel on ur face...teasing and taunting you when theres no hope of escape.
On the cusp of life and death inches from the surface to gasp a saving breath.....
Donna
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Donna  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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