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Jan 2020
Living a lie,
wanting to die.
Saying you're okay,
but you are breaking down;
hour by hour, day by day.

Suddenly,
swiftly,
and silently
swept out
into the sea
of your fruitless lie.

Now only you will ever know.
You reap what you sow.
A riptide can pull a swimmer far out off the coast, and sometimes really fast.  I lived a facade until recently, so people were surprised to find I was deeply suicidal at one point. Jan.10.2020
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
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