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I spend my whole life holding my tongue in the fear I will get reprimanded But holding your tongue is not holding your breath I have no training to show for this challenge I face everyday Sorrow is the water that is drowning me But isn't that what depression is? You may ask ‘why can you not call for help?’ Calling for help ten feet below the surface is useless All that comes out is inaudible muffles Muffles that waste air While others laugh and take their air for granted the rest of us sink We sink and we think about what we would give to live like the people on the beach that tan so close but so far away from us We wonder if they