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For the longest time it's felt like I'm drowning. I've kept swimming. This isn't where I'd like to take my last breath. It angers me that I struggle to fight the waves. And sometimes, all feels lost. Yet... Whether through ego, anger, denial, or the instinct to survive, I cannot accept an end like this. My lungs are not yet out of breath.
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Jul 24, 2023
Jul 24, 2023 at 10:30 AM UTC
Swim
For the longest time it's felt like I'm drowning. I've kept swimming. This isn't where I'd like to take my last breath. It angers me that I struggle to fight the waves. And sometimes, all feels lost. Yet... Whether through ego, anger, denial, or the instinct to survive, I cannot accept an end like this. My lungs are not yet out of breath.
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27/M/South Africa
Jul 24, 2023
Jul 24, 2023 at 10:30 AM UTC
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