You take my hand and pull me through the water. Stretching towards the surface, struggling for breath. All I do is weigh you down, I am only dead weight on your journey. And yet you carry me along, attempting to drag me with you. Trying, hard as you may, to get my head above the surface. So I can breath once again, but I'm okay in this middle. It's a safe in between. It's raw, and perfect.
I could float here with you, can't you stay with me. Can't you hold your breath for just a while longer? But if you must go then I shall let you, but until that day comes I will remain here, floating just beneath the surface. One day I will be ready to take that stroke that will pull me above the sea, that will fill my lungs with air. And I hope on that day you will still be there. Floating. Raw. Safe. Perfect.
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