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May 2017
The tidal waves of life come crashing all day long until you are filled to the brim with the water that has washed your inner self away. You try to learn how to swim as everyone else around you screams both for and at you, but you continue sinking and sinking until your fingertips can no longer touch the surface. Many will hear this and think that you are drowning, but the sad truth is that you are not.

You are living.
5.5.17
Written by
Kendall K  F/in my head
(F/in my head)   
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   Keith Wilson
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