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it's like im drowning
not in water
but in ice.
I'm trapped in my thoughts,
captive in my own mind.
Frozen in place,
the cold filling my lungs
i can't give up
but i can't move on.
I just sit there
waiting.
waiting.
waiting.
until the ice thaws,
and the panic fades,
forcing me to move on.
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