Drowning

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It was getting harder to breath as the girl sunk farther into the ocean. The ocean of pain that is. Her brown hair flowed as her eyes stayed close not wanting to open.

Chains and shackles pulled her farther into the ocean. The deeper she wen the harder it was to breathe....

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Her mind raced with regret that suffocated her. The ocean wasn't really an ocean but only a figment of her imagination.

The ocean represented the hate, sorrow, and pain the girl had to suffer.

Her eyes slowly opened as she pulled against the shackles. She became aware of them and she pulled against them trying to get to the surface.

Hands grabbed her trying to help while others only pulled the shackles. The girl never could make it up even with help but she can get close.

She helped others all her life yet she couldn't help herself. She started pushing them away and hurting herself mentally.

The ocean was soo deep it really did represent her depression. And it only got worse as the dangerous creature came and whispered evil things.

While happy and helpful creature help her and made her feel better. The girls lungs were filled with water and taking medicine was the only thing that kept her from coughing up the water and breathing it in.

She wished to get rid of the negative feelings  and the negative people but they only came back.

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Hurt

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Lot

Help

Me

The girl cried

She couldn't escape and she knew that but she could try.

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