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with veins like creeks and a heart that lays on a deserted island where a voice calls like a mother calls her child only this mother despises her child like poison I swim in a lake of thoughts disappear in the fog I am drowning dying
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Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
I no longer swim
with veins like creeks and a heart that lays on a deserted island where a voice calls like a mother calls her child only this mother despises her child like poison I swim in a lake of thoughts disappear in the fog I am drowning dying
Written: December 18. - 2015 Dansk: Jeg svømmer ikke længere med årer som åer og et hjerte der ligger på en øde ø hvor en stemme kalder som en mor gør sit barn blot denne mor afskyr sit barn som pesten jeg svømmer i en sø af tanker forsvinder i tågen jeg drukner dør
#suicide#dying#swim#drown
Clindballe
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Clindballe
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
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