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Plea Deal; Final Edit

I am drowning in this damned swamp you call heartache. I panic, searching these murky waters desperate for that love, that love to replace all the decay deep inside. I am unhappy. I hardly make sense. And I can never breathe. Eckhart Tolle stated that one conscious breathe in & out is a meditation. There are enough meditations caught in my chest to confuse the wisest of men, I am trapped mid sentence. I falter. I stutter. My mind is exhausted. My body yearns for rest. Plagued by such complex depths of emptiness that even I forget why I so vehemently denied myself of stable dry land & instead plunged head first into this swamps ugly wet. Please, I beg of you, just a few more days of rest.
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