THIRTY SEVEN

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I can't breathe

I can't think

I feel like I'm drowning

Where is the light?

All I see is darkness-

Where is salvation?

Dark water fills my lungs

The demons weigh me down, clawing at me-

There is no point in struggling

I float in blissful sleep

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