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May 2018
I’m gasping for air in an ocean of doubt
And insecurities crashing like waves
One day I’ll drown, fading out
I hope you’ll find my grave.

But am I still breathing?
I’m barely holding on
Feels like I’ve been dreaming
But I’ll be gone by dawn. ♡
Alexa
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Alexa  14/F
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