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In The Deep End

Pamplamousse2000

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drowning hospital memoir memory myself reallife

I struggled to keep my head above the water. My body felt heavy, my movements were becoming slow and sluggish. I splashed around, putting all my energy into staying above water; I couldn't scream for fear of my breath escaping my lungs, so I kept my mouth clamped shut. I was drowning. 

This is a memoir, so it is about an event that happened to me as a child. If you feel discomfort or have been in an event/experience where you almost drowned don't read this book, it is not for you.

Not gonna lie but when i wrote that this book is not for you that sounds like the warning authors write before smut n stuff s0 00fAll Rights Reserved

drowning hospital memoir memory myself reallife

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I Remember

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