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the tides were low that night, and the moon hung so low that i swear i could almost touch it.
it was the calm before a storm.
a storm that i didn't even know.
yet to embrace it seemed more preferable than to fight it. it was so wrong.
just so,
so,
so,
wrong.
it was wrong...wasn't it?
but it felt so right.
drowning became a dream that drifted in between the caresses of each tide.
i wanted to drown. but not because i had given up. simply because i had to let go.
the weight of the world became an anchor bounded to the soles of my feet, pulling me closer and closer to what was death.
life flashed before my eyes as i laid on the bed of the sea. for a while, it was just me and the tranquility of it all.
i wanted to drown.
believe me, i really did. i was no coward who feared the sea.
i wanted to drown.
i promise, i really thought i would.
i wanted to drown.
but...
i couldn't.
because just before i drowned,
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YOU ARE READING
from where i drown
Non-Fictionfor the ones who drowned, the ones who are drowning, and the ones who are yet to drown.
