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Slowly.

Drowning.

Misery.

Despair.

Worry.
Rage.

I chose to no longer able to cry out for help.

Weights tied to my legs.

As i slowly sink into the depths.

Silently dying a slow painful death.

As the air of happiness.

Slowly bleeds out.

Eyes slowly reduced to the empty milky color stare of death.