creative wrighting and poetry
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10 August 2011
Drowning
The water is cold as I enter it.
Just as I imagine it to be.
It's like being surrounded by many icy hands.
Holding me, drawing me in.
In some ways, cradling me like a child.
I am not scared.
I do not feel alone anymore.
I belong........
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