March 5, 2011
can’t breathe
can’t move
can only see
my only chance
too far away
out of my grasp
i watch my life
float up
dying slowly
praying as
my eyes close
not to be saved
'it is almost over'
i think as
even my mental
voice leaves me
'maybe... downing
was the best thing
that could have
happened to me.'

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