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dear best friend,
This will be short but I will write again soon.
I hope you're well and giving yourself the best self-care there is. You deserve only the best. I want you to he happy. Truly.
I am trying to leave. I keep trying but my health keeps failing and the mad and sad raven finds ways to merely pause this separation between myself & them.
I am going to leave. I have to.
I am drowning.
I Love you my dear.
Love, your best friend
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That sense of drowning in a body of water where you can just barely touch the bottom enough to push your nostrils above for a breath of air filled with droplets from the splash.
The imagery in this poem is outstanding. It’s full of emotions too! Good job.