Stop Breathing And sometimes I think about it, you know, drowning. I think about the massive blue waves hitting me like a wall and I think about getting dragged under and the way my body would hit the sandy floor with a thud. And somehow this sounds beautiful, it sounds peaceful and sure. My god at least for once there would be something, anything holding me down. Something that wouldn't let me go.
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