MGD freewrite

She couldn’t see her feet and at this point she was terrified and being pulled under by, herself. All she could see and feel was the black around her. As she slowly started to see her hands fade away and the water rush into her she prayed for a hand to come down and save her like in the movies… but they never did and she sank and sank like the rock she was for everyone else.

    As she looked up to see the surface and all that she had with her final attempt she pushes hard and broke free from the black kicking harder. No air left but hope. She breaches the surface to see another crying. Not over her constant stream of death but there own problems not even noticing . Not even noticing you disappear but sometimes it can’t be helped. So she becomes the rock once again sinking for the other she charises in hopes the thin line that tethers herself from the land and the lake never break.

I have a anker strapped tightly to my leg i swim with everyday. Something i will have until it kills me. This anker makes me known to everyone and everything. It now tells me what pills i take and what i can eat or to stay longer here with everyone. This Anker is cancer and its a bitch. It doesn’t just sink me it takes my family down with it. I have seen my father cry his mother and so on. It is a knife you know if you try to remove it will kill the other. You just wait and see all the things wash over life like a memory being show on the world. It makes us stronger but also makes us crumble when alone and weak when we see no sun. But it is family now cancer, and the what ifs. What if’s are what ties the cancer to your leg and sinks you. They hold you down.

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It feels good to know i haven’t drifted back in a while. But then again here i am. I feel so heavy the world seems to come down today. The sun the wind the air i breathe. As i take it in i cant stop feeling everything and the more i feel the heaver i get. Drowned by everything but loving it all. What makes life hard and what makes it simple. Waking up is 1/10 chance you just wake up in the morning. Breathing, living, feeling, dying every day. Just today seems so simple but feels so heavy  

When did building the wall make it okay to threaten other peoples life’s and coming from the mouth of teens at school? #covingtoncatholic

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Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton