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Jan 28
I feel the water against my skin
I know when I am almost drowning
I can sense the snakes poking my atmosphere
As I draw my knife.

One of my eyes pinned
The other one the watch
Because I am *****
And nothing will hurt me again.
28 January, 2019
Written by
Lieke  15/F/Netherlands
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