Girl Underwater
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Last published Mon, Jun 16, 2014
~Deeply swallowed into the wrath of guilt, the tidal waves of pain. Waves that slowly sip you in. Gulping each detail, each emotion. Everything you've ever thought that weighed you down drowns you now.~
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