I promised to fix you, to help you, to save you. I promised to pull you back up to the surface of these violent waters. But somewhere, somewhere among churning waves, I drowned. And as blue faded to black, I prayed not for my life; I prayed that I succeeded in making you float. Tell me you're floating, Please, look down deep into the water below. Squint search for my fading silhouette. And tell me I fixed you, helped you, saved you.

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 - officialbruh2k

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