Sometimes I get panicked
Like my lungs are filling with water and my limbs are growing tiresome
under the current
And then I wonder if dying is like
reaching the surface, coughing out the water and taking a deep breathe.
I don't know if that scares me
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Author:
Dalisunset (
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