#hhhhhhha

can’t believe it’s been a decade since hetalia,,,,,, oof

happy daze day,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

He's taken the chance to dive underwater, risking the possibility of never coming back up for proper air. He floats under in a mindless haze, sinking to the bottom and shooting up to the surface, hoping it'll break. The thing about water is, you think that when you rise you're free, but that's a painful, cruel lie. You're trapped in it, submerged in a pocket of unbreathable air, and when you reach out past it, the surface just stretches and encases you like thin rubber. That's exactly what kills him, the belief that when he rises he'll be able to breathe, but the reality that hits him is that he's suffocated by a wall he didn't know was there. It's the same with our minds; the same with the crushing pain that is living. We submerge ourselves in our thoughts, emotions, and insecurities, then try to escape, only to be stopped by the thin yet unbreakable wall we put up to keep it all locked away from everyone but ourselves. Despite the claims of never wanting it to, for fear of the reaction towards what lies beneath it being laid out in an ocean of ourself, we all really want to breathe. We all really, desperately, want that last thin wall, to break. /Ah yes, classic angst. I'm back, with another poem, that I choose to read as langst :)/

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