I am drowning.
My anchor has turned against me and is pulling me down into the ocean depths.
The salty water is cold.
The pressure is pushing my organs close.
My bones feel like they are about to break.
I want to yell out but the water will fill my lungs.
No air.
I need to breathe.
Chest is restricting.
Lights are dimmer, turning black.
Weak.
Helpless.
Drowning.
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Dark Thoughts
Teen FictionSome thoughts that tend to come and go. Not necessarily uplifting either. Bits and pieces of the mind- my own mind. A series of short chapters that may or may not connect. Rated MATURE as this story may contain themes that may upset or trigger rea...
