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I scream silently, drowning

 there are no waves to pull me down

 just the constant emptiness of my suburb and the dull throb of a life gone stale

 nothing is left, nothing is real

 I can’t breathe, I can’t shout, I reach out for a hand

mine hits the glass wall, and I tumble back down

 darkening the water with every new drip falling from the same old scabs 

this must be it

 the epilogue, right?

 This can’t go anywhere

 nowhere good, anyways

 why not take one more

 then another

 is an empty bottle really that bad?

 I wake up to a dream, alive but somewhere else

 not here

 not in my body

 I can’t tell anyone, it’s bizarre

 and so I sink