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Jul 8
It’s
so quiet
Lonely
Miles apart
from the surface
Drowning in herself
Still alive but dead

Cold
So cold

Sinking to the bottom

Held by
the invisible chains
Gasping for air
but breathing something else
She knows what comes next
Another night in the turbid
depths of a nightmare
On her own
All alone
In the darkness

What’s happened to her
She was soaring so high,
but fell so low...

Is there a way out

Which way to go
from the bottom...
Anya
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Anya  42/F/London
(42/F/London)   
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