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eliza2000
Drowning
And here and now, I find myself unable, as before.
I cannot speak, I cannot breathe, and I am always still.
Each word that never answers and each breath that will not come...
It’s all far too familiar and perhaps I want it more.
I cannot speak, I cannot breathe, and I am always still.
Each word that never answers and each breath that will not come...
It’s all far too familiar and perhaps I want it more.
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