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Water. Needed to survive. Powerful enough to drown. It can both quench & choke. Often we suppress it in a comforting 16oz glass. But sometimes, Sometimes we find ourselves gasping to be released from the very thing that sustains us. There's a certain irony to that. To life. Our control seeps out between our tight grasp like condensation; rings of unease stain our previously unmarred reality. As if we have a hope of subduing something so elusive...
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
Adrift At Sea 2/5/16
Water. Needed to survive. Powerful enough to drown. It can both quench & choke. Often we suppress it in a comforting 16oz glass. But sometimes, Sometimes we find ourselves gasping to be released from the very thing that sustains us. There's a certain irony to that. To life. Our control seeps out between our tight grasp like condensation; rings of unease stain our previously unmarred reality. As if we have a hope of subduing something so elusive...
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
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