Day thirty
Dear Patrick,
I feel like my head was stuck
Inside a fish tank
With water still flowing
And fishes still swiming.
The water represents my sadness
And the fishes represents other people.
I couldn't breathe under the much amount of water
That is consuming my mind and body
But I can see everyone besides me breathing.
It's the worse feeling, ever.
But I;m telling you, it's not depression.
It's just sadness.
And tiredness.
A.
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Riptide
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