Drifting away in an ocean of broken memories.
Struggling to stay afloat in shards of what I used to be.
But their words are like anchors,
They drag me down.
Breathing underwater.
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The state or condition of being about to exist. Collection no.3
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Drifting away in an ocean of broken memories.
Struggling to stay afloat in shards of what I used to be.
But their words are like anchors,
They drag me down.
Breathing underwater.