Bubbles of air pass through my lips
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elsie21“There could be love...” -The Giver
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Drowning underneath humanity

Bubbles of air pass through my lips

Bubbles of air pass through my lips I drown underneath the weights strapped to my hips

Bubbles of air pass through my lips I drown underneath the weights strapped to my hips I feel the weights add on every time I feel another set of eyes glance my way

I feel myself losing breath as more screams escape my grasp

It is like I am made of clay

It is like I am made of clay Adults take the liberty to mold me in a way

It is like I am made of clay Adults take the liberty to mold me in a certain way I flail wildly and yell as I slip further underneath the surface

It is like I am made of clay Adults take the liberty to mold me in a way I flail wildly and yell as I slip further underneath the surface I am thrust into a furnace

It is like I am made of clay Adults take the liberty to mold me in a way I flail wildly and yell as I slip further underneath the surface I am thrust into a furnace My insides change and my screams become whimpers as the mold becomes my infinity

I am drowning And no one is there to catch me.

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