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.
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