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Hot water
Salty
Across my face
Through my body
Warmth everywhere
But the worst kind
An overwhleming warmth
Sadness
Of a bond afraid to be broken
Tears
What horrible lovely things
They break you
And bind you to nouns
They stuff up your nose
Fill your head with things not there
Drowning
In thoughts
Imaginary and real
Too many to count
Wondering if you'll ever breathe again
Seeing stars as you go deeper
Feeling lighter
And heavier
Aching
Forever aching
Choking on a pill
A pill so small it's not there
Unable to breathe
Yet again
Then you look around
Searching
For something to release you
Anything
But you'll never find it
Blades
Bullets
And bindings don't know love
To get out
You have to go through it
Through the sadness, tears, drowning and aching
'Til light arises
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