Water filled my lungs. Hands grasp onto my neck as if trying to make sure I stay under. So cold. So merciless. Tiredness. It all become to much. The hands of depression. I had learned my lesson. Help. I've dealt. Black dots cloud my vision as relief tears through my chest. Finally I can just rest.
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PoetryPoetry That I Have Written My Friends Always Said I Should Make A Book Dedicated To Them....So Enjoy?
