The water is rising above my blue face and the tears mix in making where I can no longer tell if I'm sad or drowning. Maybe it's both.
Maybe I'm drowning in sadness
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teenage fools
कविताI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
Water and sadness
The water is rising above my blue face and the tears mix in making where I can no longer tell if I'm sad or drowning. Maybe it's both.
Maybe I'm drowning in sadness
