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Drowning towards you
I am drowning. not because I cannot swim, not because the raft is out of sight, but because I keep reaching for you. And no matter how far I sink, you seem to drift further just beyond the reach of everything I have left to give. I find myself questioning whether you were ever really there at all or if I am slowly becoming paranoid, delusional, lost in something I can no longer name. Because every time I think I’ve found you, every time I feel close enough to breathe again, you vanish like something that was never meant to be held. Sometimes I look up, toward the surface, and I think about letting go. But then I hear you faint, distant, calling out to me. And suddenly, I am drowning all over again. It is exhausting this cycle of reaching, of losing, of hoping. And maybe… it is easier to drown than to keep swimming toward something that keeps slipping away. Or maybe somewhere between the depths and the surface I have lost myself entirely.
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