An Ode to the Old Me

Wed, 01/28/2015 - 01:51 -- JadeS97

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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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understandinglemons

This is kind of amazing.

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