The sea of thoughts was submerging me little by little, drowning me into the deep see of neurons and memories. I felt as though my lungs were being filled with the dark waters of the sea and soon enough I was almost breathless.
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Letters to the dead
PoetryA suicidal heartbroken teenager with daddy issues, anxiety, stress and a mild depression. I've got a fucked up head and I've been mentally and physically scared for life. I hope I don't bore you with my sadness. Its hard to be depressed and not hide...
