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Dec 2020
Wet
When it rains, it pours
And the devastation fills my throat
Drowning in fears and apprehension
Hands desperately grasping
The rocks too slick to find purchase
So I sink beneath the waves
Fury and despair and regret dulled to blunt apathy
As the ice cold reality freezes my veins
Remnants of life dimming
My eyelids succumbing to the relentless weight
This ocean of grief pulls me under
I wish I were numb
Written by
Jane  27/UK
(27/UK)   
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     The Lonely Poet, ---, mal frost and Sanjali
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