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Jun 2014
I was slowly drowning,
but no one saw my struggle to keep my head above surface.
It's too late now.
Mind completely consumed.
My body was taken hostage.
The demons dance during my interlude.
I just don't want to hold on anymore.
I am nothing.
I am tired.
I am done.
**You win.
Wild-Youth
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