An Ode to the Old Me
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“Life is like drowning,”
She says,
her tangled hair rustling in the breeze.
“When you first get in the water
You hold your breath
and hope for the best.
Once you've run out of air
You realize how hopeless it is
and you open your mouth,
Suck in the current.
You feel the water down your throat
and you give up.”
What she doesn't know
What only the ones beneath the surface
of the cold and the wet know
Is that,
once the water's filled your lungs,
It may be all you can breath,
You may forever be drowning,
but, at least,
You're still breathing.
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