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Dec 2019
.....Sinking,
…………sinking,
…………….sinking,

The water feels up to my neck,
It caresses my nostrils
Chest tight from the pressure,
I almost can’t breathe,

then I wake up.
Ace Black
Written by
Ace Black  21/M
(21/M)   
195
   --- and Max Neumann
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