I hated their judgemental looks. The assumptions they'd make.
It was suffocating.
I'd go under in order to escape.
It was cool and freeing.
But I had to go back up.
Because I can't breathe when I'm under.
And when I can breathe I feel I can't.
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General FictionThese are just some stories I wrote after getting some burst of inspiration. They probably won't be any good and will most likely be unfinished. I hope you enjoy reading my random nonsense. (I have no specific genre.) Contents contain descriptions...
suffocating
I hated their judgemental looks. The assumptions they'd make.
It was suffocating.
I'd go under in order to escape.
It was cool and freeing.
But I had to go back up.
Because I can't breathe when I'm under.
And when I can breathe I feel I can't.