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Jan 2018
Shaking violently;
Plunged into a dark,
Wet abyss,
Tiny bubbles escape me.
Each containing
A dream,
An idea,
A memory.
Futilely,
I gasp;
Trying to breathe
them back in.
Filling myself with vacuity.
The bubbles slowly
dissipate.
I become what
nothing is.

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Alex A d r i a n
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Alex A d r i a n  20/M
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