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Sick.

Sick to my stomach

Sick of my eyes

Sick of my figure.

It disgusts me

I swam for the first time in a long time. All I could think about was my wish of death.

That the pain of the freezing cold water, waiting for the hypothermia to grab my brosed ankles and drag me further down.

To the bottom of the pool where the water can fill my lungs

To rinse out the sick feeling in my throat and the soot from my lungs

Where no one can hear me scream

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