You're Drowning, And Then They're There. They Hold Your Hand And Suddenly You Forget That You Were Struggling
You're drowning, and then they're there. They hold your hand and suddenly you forget that you were struggling for oxygen, that you're sinking deeper into the depths.
Then they leave your hand, swim away from you. Now you've sank deeper than you would've alone; theres no oxygen and you can't remember what way is up. All you remember is they're not there and how empty your hands feel. And you trying to fight your way and you finally crash the surface.
You look down and again they're there. You forget every struggle you made to reach the surface and go with them again. Just to remember how their hands feel in yours.
And so it continues...
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