A swivet is a riptide.
Panic consumes you.
How do you stop from drowning?
Hopelessness smothers
You need to reach out
But exhaustion weighs you down.
It’s Purgatory
Your soul is crushed, confined.
You can’t escape.
Life’s despondency.
You don’t want to die
But you can’t go on living.
The Unicorn Writer 
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