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Oct 2018
Drowning.
Everything is wet, like my temples
Perspiring.
Reaching out for a hand to hold but
Even if I could find one I would
Slip out of grasp and
Sever that connection because
Everything is black and I'm
Drowning.
Depression *****
DancingEnt
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DancingEnt  25/F/WI
(25/F/WI)   
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