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Water’s rushing in Filling the holes Blinding the eyes Hurting the soul Water’s rushing in Leaving the innocent helpless
When I was small I would believe That Fairies surrounded me And protected me From the bad But when I grew My fairies turned to dew And formed my tears And leaked to the ground
I feel the breath being pulled straight from my lungs. They feel themselves collapsing back into the same stars that they were born from. I feel my heart pounding.
This pain is simply pulling me apartCaught between you and the freedom of hopeThe simple irony of your oath"I promise to let you breathe," Yet your hands are around my neck."I promise to let you see," Still you are all I know."I promise to let you
When asked what I remember about my childhood, I will answer “smoke;” There’s a lingering, hovering cloud in all my most recallable memories.
Who am I? I don't know. What am I? I don't know. How old am I? I don't know. When will I die? I know, I will die today, For my mother is giving me away.
I saw the surface above me, Shimmering, bright. The sunlight pouring in, Golden rays through the waves. Sinking, Farther down, No matter how hard I kick. Thrashing in the water,
Knots Twisted up inside me. I'm dying just to breathe, to cry. But I can't. Not here. I want to just give up. What if this feeling lasts,
Suffocation, suffocation Why must you be? Must you be so vast and prevent me from seeing? Tight grips on my neck Back against the wall What will I do?