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Oct 2019
The motion of the never ending cold waters makes me sick, sometimes
It bobs up and down and by now it’s hard to tell when I’m breathing and when I’m not
The weight of the deep waters presses on my chest when my head’s above water
The air stings my throat and eyes and the remnants of the water surrounding me reside in my lungs
It’s so much easier to let go
To let the ever present waves consume me as I sink down further
To swim in shadows below and drown unassumingly
To me and everyone around me
Sometimes I just want to be a pirate or something
Written by
Ellie  19/F/Michigan
(19/F/Michigan)   
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     Max Neumann, Alina, --- and Sue Collins
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