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May 2020
I'm drowning.
Not the kind of drowning where everything slows down and you forget what you're afraid of. Not the kind of drowning where you blink in awe of your hand in the sun under the water and everything slowly gets dark.
The kind where you kick and flail and the water burns when you try to breathe in.
The kind where your heart beats so hard even your vision pulses and you beg for someone to please do something anything.
******* drowning.
Not the kind of drowning where you accept your fate and death welcomes you with a silent yet demanding smile but the kind where you are completely overwhelmed before you can even process that you're in over your head.
Cindy Long
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Cindy Long  28/Non-binary/Not from earth anymore..
(28/Non-binary/Not from earth anymore..)   
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   Lori Jones McCaffery, X and Fawn
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