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there are cinder blocks hanging from your rib cage and you're still wondering why it's so easy for you to sink so d e e p into the ocean f l o o r. but it'd be better if they were less of a metaphor and with me now, pulling me down into the dirt where i'm supposed to be instead of breathing still in m i s e r y.
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
"that's heavy."
there are cinder blocks hanging from your rib cage and you're still wondering why it's so easy for you to sink so d e e p into the ocean f l o o r. but it'd be better if they were less of a metaphor and with me now, pulling me down into the dirt where i'm supposed to be instead of breathing still in m i s e r y.
inspired by 'at the bottom' by brand new.
asphyxiated
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Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 6:57 PM UTC
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