Drown

 
A little background story for this poem: I can’t swim even if my life depended on it. I can only do so much dog paddling, so the idea of sinking ships has got me terrified of traveling. But those fears, when faced and triumphed, makes you free that you’d be willing to do it again no matter how crazy it sounds. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to conquer that and come out alive, but like something else I’ve grown to not be afraid of, I will surpass it in time. 

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