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Apr 2018
I'm drowning
Each time I go under the waves,
it becomes harder to surface.
At which point will I become lost?

I'm bleeding
Crimson red from my heart, my arm
a sacrifice to you or me.
Is it for love or selfishness?
Written by
PoserPersona  25/Iowa
(25/Iowa)   
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   Brandon Conway
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