my cries for help are loud but you don’t hear my cries don’t breach the surface i’m six feet under and dying my cries get stuck in my throat slowly my cries choke me my cries are killing me i’m dying and my only company is my cries after awhile my breath slows and someone has finally heard my cries as i’m encases in light i’m no longer in pain i’m finally free
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broken poet 15/Cisgender Female/searching for my STAR