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Hooked up & sucked dry. And yes it pried my eyes open wide. But I couldn't make room for the fear inside. I shut down. I went numb. Tried to escape but I couldn't outrun. Stressed my head until it broke. The days slipped through my fingers like smoke. It's a lesson that I won't forget. You haven't seen the last of me yet. Sometimes I wish I'd been a fisherman: patient eyes and callused hands. Move with the sea & hold the line. Sitting still isn't wasting time. And guess what? I'm (apparently) not too young to die.
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