Of Sixes and Sevens

The Call pt.1

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Should have seen the water rising—now I'm under deep

Drowning in the waves where the sirens sleep

I hear their cries; I see their tears

Their desperate hands as they come near

Bloodied wounds, half healed scars

Decorating skin like the night with stars

For what is hurt without perception

True freedom is a common misconception

That sirens had when they left their mortal selves

And made a deal with the devil as the clock hit twelve

As who would want such silly things like anxiety and depression

The thoughts in their heads that refused those counseled sessions

Who would want the embrace of loneliness or the constant companionship of that downgrading voice

When not feeling anything was a possible choice

But mistakes are made and lessons are learned

And the pathway back is not easily earned.

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wow an update??? lol i haven't touched this book since april

i can't believe it has taken me this long to get over stuff

but yeah, a lil bit happier atm thanks everyone in the gm