Pushed into the deep end.
Pulled under, barely breathing.
It’s Tsunami Season.
Crying for no reason.
Crashing waves on the weekends.
SOS
I’m sinking.
Message in a bottle.
Pills too hard to swallow.
They fill me up—I still feel hollow.
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