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It's cold,
and it's dark.
Bubbles are rising up,
filled with my last breath.
I'm losing air,
my lungs are deflating,
I'm dying.
I can't breath anymore,
I try to sim up,
but I don't make it.
I'm dead.
- by CrescentVampireMoon |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 07/27/2010 |
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- Title: Drowning
- Artist: CrescentVampireMoon
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Description:
Uh, yeah. I just began to think about water, then about drowning, so I came up with this.
Enjoy and Please comment! - Date: 07/27/2010
- Tags: drowning
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Comments (6 Comments)
- Marshall B Mathers - 07/16/2011
- Lamp
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- hiran cc - 03/21/2011
- i wish you had added stronger imagery, but i liked how it was short, sweet, and to the point.
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- its big time - 01/15/2011
- Love the just plain "I'm dead." part.
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- InfiniteAir - 01/12/2011
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I don't know what goes on in your head dude and I don't want to know
but still it's short and to the point of the poem I would have given you 4 stars
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- Sally Spearow - 08/08/2010
- thats kinda depressing. the way u wrote it makes me feel like i am the one drowning.
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- AlexandriaVy_VampireLord - 07/30/2010
- its rather....not exceptional.........i think i could be better..but i like it nonetheless smile
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