i wrote this in a letter and i guess it still applies

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i'm okay. and not the kind of okay that you tell people when they're questioning you and you tell them you're okay to get them off of your back. no. that's not how i feel. it's like i'm at the beach and i'm out in the ocean. and it's rather peaceful. but then out of nowhere. a giant wave with a strong currant comes and pulls me under. i can't escape. try as i might. i'm submerged. unable to escape. and unable to get the oxygen i so desperately need. i'm using every ounce of strength my body possesses to try and reach the surface. but it's all for naught. and i give up for a moment before trying one last time. and then i'm free. i'm at the surface. washed up on the beach. and i can breathe again. and the ocean is just a soft lull. and everything is okay. i'm safe. and i can breathe. and everything is a soft. lulling. okay.

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