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Drowning

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GhostOfTheEmptyGrave

Published: Jul 16, 2014

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I cannot breathe
I cannot escape
I'm drowning
I keep sinking down
And looking up
Through the water
I can see his face
His dark, twisted
Insane smile
As he pushes me down
And I can feel life
Slowly escaping from my body...

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Inspired by the song Goin Down, by Three Days Grace.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=N1DhCj…

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FireFriesian

Aug 25, 2014

(heh heh, 666th view)

I love this, it has such clear imagery!

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