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Nov 2017
Trapped just beneath the surface, i reach out and i can almost feel it, the soft breeze the cool air, freedom. I kick up and up but it gets farther and farther away. A weight pulls me back down to where i started standing at the bottom surrounded by darkness. Im cold, alone and scared never to reach the top again.
Victoria
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Victoria  F/Chicago
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