At Least It was Still Close to Me... by Lone Chimney Sweep

Jan 2019

I hung onto your face until it solidified and tied itself to my anckles
And as I was being pulled down to the ocean floor
I realized that it was an anchor not a life jacket

#memories #past #regret #hurt #broken #hearts

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Lone Chimney Sweep 21/F/South Africa

(21/F/South Africa)

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