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Feb 2018
I’m stranded on this wooden raft,
Surrounded by the ghosts of the deep,
My body is falling apart with every move I make to keep myself awake,
Eyes stare me down from the waves above me,
They never could crash down onto me,
But I’m asking politely, please.
The dark waters call my name,
I’m asking myself if this is what I was meant to be all this time,
I can taste the blood welling into my mouth,
Cause nothing tastes as I want it to anymore.

I’m calling you down,
From your hiding place,
Please.
Save me.
Skyler M
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Skyler M  22/M/Idaho
(22/M/Idaho)   
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