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Drowning,
His fragile heart pounding,
He never slept soundly,
His chin underwater,
Now it's his nose,
He breathed in all the water;
He breathed it in like air...
After all it didn't hurt him;
No, he didn't care...
Life had made him drink its sweet venom
It made him cry it like tears of ink,
But after every sweet came bitter,
And he didn't know how it felt like
not to sink.
Drowning,
His heart pounding,
He didn't know the difference,
between life and death,
between drowning and waking,
And he was gone...
in a blink.
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— december 2nd 2018 —
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choking on flowers // sad poems
Poetry"quiet words, loud thoughts. hurt body, big heart." //WARNING: DEPRESSING THEMES// This is an original poetry collection addressing depression, sadness, love, loss, nostalgia and echoing the transience and lonesomeness of existence. Poems, short sto...
