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Aug 2021
Shivering deep inside,
the cold seeps through.
Losing concentration,
as asphyxia calls my name.
The water holds me tight,
Drawing me deep into the night.
That beautiful darkness,
peaceful and quiet.
Though cold,
it feels like home.
losing myself,
to you.
Written by
Mute the Kid  20/M/Nigeria
(20/M/Nigeria)   
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