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Posted by Nevina on June 24, 2004, at 14:39:03
Life to me has always been about treading water. Only knowing when I had slipped below the surface and then the breath of air when I made the surface and knew I was OK for a little while. Til I would get tired again and down I go. At times I swear a shackle and cannonball was on my leg and I would cry and look to the surface and think I would never get back up there. Always though I have made it. Until Lately, now I lie on a raft. The world is nothing but ocean. Concerned birds hover around me, watching and waiting. I am waiting too. I can't do anything but lie here. I feel like a fish on land, though I can't even flop around. I don't know what I am waiting for. I am afraid the raft is going to tip eventually. I don't remember how to swim.
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