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Getting Through : Creative Writing
Leaving | from VWBabe - Saturday, July 27, 2002 accessed 1290 times Written when I was 11 and really wanted to leave the F - sad now to read how hard I tried to fight it. I didn't know anything else though... Torn between the land and the ocean Can I truly 'walk on water'? Cold, Gritty. Farther out... The waves of fear crash down Unexpectedly knocking me to my knees. Guilt grates on my skin Like sharp grains of sand. Pulled under against my will Taken, Drawn under the current Fighting hard Hardly fighting Powerless to do so Understanding, I am to fragile to fight this wave Slipping slowly Into the dark... |
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