it must have been exhausting to carry me in a fishbowl for all those years. you pulled me up from the sea instead of ripping out my teeth. i thought that if i came up for air, maybe you’d still be waiting but i guess I drifted too far. the last time i saw your face, i didn’t know who i was trying to impress. maybe it was you. maybe i wanted to make you jealous maybe i wanted to prove that I wasn’t the same because you looked the same. your hair, your eyes, your voice, it was all the same, and there i was, a shell of what i was before. so i suffocated while my lungs filled with salt water stuck in the riptide, buried beneath the sand.
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