drowning in his flood.

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What's wrong? you've been asking.

I simply say I'm fine. 

my mind, a darkened stairwell

emptiness is all I can find.

It's not that I feel okay, 

It's more so I can't explain 

why I flinch,

and why I my mind won't let me feel sane.

  if you want an answer, 

I guess it's because: 

every time you make a loud noise, 

just a quick sudden thud, 

I'm scared you'll hit me 

hard enough 

for me to see 

my own 

blood.

he wasn't just a gentle ocean wave, 

he was a flood. 

One I can 

Never drain.



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