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The gurgling sound of drowning can be heard all around my cozy little canoe. For myself, I must ignore the choking. Nothing good will come of my diving into the flood to find you. I will bot abandon my boat for a floating carcass, It is my only way through the gates of this watery hell. Currents, carry my craft to a dry world. Show me to a place where I can finally stand. I need a new beginning, I need a method of recovery for my waterlogged heart. If I could take you with me, I would. But you stubbornly wait for Savior to drain our home while I build a boat. Patience only pays off when there is effort behind it. Someone forgive me for being the only one who knows that. I only wish for the screaming to cease till I make it, I don't want that to be my final memory of you.
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
leaving the nest
The gurgling sound of drowning can be heard all around my cozy little canoe. For myself, I must ignore the choking. Nothing good will come of my diving into the flood to find you. I will bot abandon my boat for a floating carcass, It is my only way through the gates of this watery hell. Currents, carry my craft to a dry world. Show me to a place where I can finally stand. I need a new beginning, I need a method of recovery for my waterlogged heart. If I could take you with me, I would. But you stubbornly wait for Savior to drain our home while I build a boat. Patience only pays off when there is effort behind it. Someone forgive me for being the only one who knows that. I only wish for the screaming to cease till I make it, I don't want that to be my final memory of you.
theunrealist
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 12:31 PM UTC
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