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Jun 2018
it’s like your old self watching your “new” self, and wanting to help but not knowing how.
it’s like being in a pool, about 5ft. or so, but you have weights tied around your feet. so your head is never quite above water.
and it seems like the more you struggle and the more you fight, the more your head bobs under.
you can’t even float. so you’re just stuck.
some days, you go under.
and you can’t breathe. choking.
as your lungs begin to fill with water.
then suddenly, everything goes black.

it’s literally sleeping all day, and still being tired.
it’s being in a room full of people, and still feeling completely alone.
it’s being told how colorful the world is, and only being able to see black & white.
Kennedi A
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Kennedi A  Maryland
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