dry drowning
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Last published Wed, Dec 16, 2020
Drowning was a fear of many, but a constant reality of mine.
Getting through the days got harder, my grades started slipping, and my mind was drowning. The days blended into weeks, as my mind got heavier and emptier as I slowly sank to the bottom of the dark pit, called life.
Life was a never-ending circle, as I wished for everything I couldn't have. If my life was a grade, I would definitely be failing.
Life if like a heavy weight that keeps adding up, tied to your ankles. You start off at the top of the ocean. As you age, you realize just how dark this earth can be, your weights become noticeably heavier.
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