...is what it feels like when I'm alone with myself. Being shoved under the waves into my thoughts that are murky and lined in my own ribbons of blood which sprout from a wound reopened as memories slither back like ominous black serpents that coil around me as I thrash around, hissing lies that they promise me to be truths. Bubbles slip from my mouth and whisk away to the surface as they escort my breaths of reality and safety, leaving me bare and there to die as I choke on my own thick clouds of gore. Sometimes I'll close my eyes and let myself fall, deep into the darkening waters where even my own blood runs dry and where the serpents rule, their hisses screaming violence and cruelty as they cover me. Other times, a hand will take mine and pull me to the surface, where I fill my lungs with reality even if the air is poisoned with a concoction of life's ever blowing winds of negativity. I don't care, the hand is enough for my shivering being which lets the warmth of the saviors hold consume it like a child lets its self be pulled into an embrace it always asked for but never received. It will keep me alive for a couple more hours until the tide comes in and rises above my head, making me forget how to swim again..." I usually wait a little bit until I post another Sunken picture, but I couldn't help myself...I felt like getting into her mind and decoding it

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