My brain is drowning in self doubt, the tide rising with every bad thought, every careless comment.
What if I go to my watery grave in the vast ocean that's slowly suffocating me.
I'm running out of oxygen.
(Authors note)
This was something I wrote a while back but I thought I would post it on here, as my first post for Distortion. Sorry that it's depressing, and that I'm still learning to write so it's not very good, but I would appreciate any feedback and whoever reads it means a lot, thank you!! :)
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Distortion
General Fiction"Thoughts & Dreams circulate my mind like a tornado every second of every day." So this book will be a collection of my thoughts, poetry & short stories, so just the random stuff swirling around my head I guess :)I will try to update re...
