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Jun 2018
As I sit near the edge,
I can't help but feel tensed.

Is this how I want things to end?
Me drifting away from reality?

Slowly I go down,
To the bottom and held my breath.

This will be it,
Waiting for the water to fill my lungs.

The end is near,
As I feel my lungs burn.

I'm losing,
I'm finding it harder and...
Christine Fernandez
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Christine Fernandez  18/Bigender/Philippines
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