**Yeah, he and I hated one another dearly throughout childhood.**

**Yet at the same time, we shared common interests, yet also at the same time, we shared a common enemy.**

**Either someone at school, or one another.**

**Yes, we’ve had our ups and downs, secrets sealed, kept from our mother as we sneakily tip-toed around her with them.**

**That was a problem.**

**We could keep so many secrets, yet we couldnt be fully truthful to one another.**

**It’s like water.**

**You go under the surface, knowing well you mean to back up.**

**Yet everythings quiet. **

**At your own pace.**

**But after a moment, you feel the itch at your lungs to breathe.**

**At first a reminder.**

**Then the question gnaws.**

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**Have you had enough?**

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**Now your lungs no longer only left a small it h as a reminder. **

**They’d burn.**

**They’d scream for a chance at air.**

**But that’s up to you, isnt it?**

**You’d float back up to the surface anyway even if you decided you didnt want to come up for a last breath, because in your mind, you had already breathed your last.**

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**Then a truth reveals.**

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**I could only see blame for myself, no matter the times my mother reminded me I did good.**

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**Have I had enough?**