The weight on my shoulders
Pulled me down, underwater
So I crossed the ocean of my mind
All my senses intensified
Now my wounds are healing with the salt
In the end, I'm breathing
In the end, I'm alive.
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MY SIDE OF THE STORY
PoetryDuring the past few years I found out that people I used to be friends with would talk about me behind the scenes, creating their own scripts and scenarios & making me the villain in their own story. Not only that, the general public, along with soc...
