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Have you ever drowned before...?
Have you ever been scared that you might?
Have you felt the water wash over your face,
and watched as mid-day fades to night?
That is what depression feels like.
It starts with swimming too far out
and suddenly realizing you're caught in the waves.
But before you even begin to drown,
the panic settles in as you picture your grave.
You cry out for help,
and struggle for one deep breath,
but the waves are strong
and the water is deaf.
You start to reminisce
about all the memories shared
with the ones you love so much.
You realize that you're scared.
At this point as you're drowning,
all hope seems to have disappeared.
Now you await death alone,
thinking your conscious is clear.
But instead of deadly waves,
It's just you and a gun.
You think this is where the drowning ends,
but it's only just begun.
The Iron Reaver
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