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Nov 2020
I'm drowning.
Bubbles escape my mouth and my hands try to catch them.
As if I could shove them back down my throat.
Not to breathe, but to let out one last scream.
If I wanted to breathe, I'd grab the life ring flailing above me.
Written by
Arianna  15/F/behind a screen
(15/F/behind a screen)   
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     Milano, Nicole Fox, Beau Donner and Eman
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