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Jun 2022
If I can say
the things I feel, the wind
would die out

If I can explain how hard I cry
my eyes would tell you
I am only surviving just for today

I submerge myself in my own sadness
believing I won't drown

My heart sinks
while my mind runs like blizzards
in a storm

Being so scared the past will drag me
I am only one person
who knows how it feels
when I am only punishing myself for it

The heart I am made with
can only handle so much of this
- venting but for fun, might not return
Written by
Marina  18/F/California
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