motorkitty
Nothing was going my way. Nothing. I couldn't do anything write. My family tried to be there for me, tried to help but the ony time I felt truly calm was in the pool. Legs kicking, arms aching from pushing their way through the water, lungs aching and gasping for one more breath. The coach always pushed me hard, never let me quit. He thought he was encouraging me to swim, not encouraging me to live.
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