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There Will Always Be Room For Your Hand In Mine

Don't do that, babe, don't tell me I'm not trying. I swam through 12 oceans and drowned in every single one of them but each time the water swept into my lungs and the fish started swimming in my bloodstream. I spat it all up and went on swimming 'cause I know I can't face another day without you in my mind. There will be no life rafts and I will definitely not pop in the middle of the ocean like murdered bodies in crime scenes. I am a bloody sinking ship. I promise you I will make it to shore alive, though.
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Written by
serleenah
25 / F / English
For You?
Written by
serleenah
25 / F / English
Published
Jun 7, 2014
Lines·Words
21·103
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Note: This is a revised poem off a work of someone else from Tumblr. All rights reserved for that person, not me.

My note: Nothing would be the same if you didn't exist. I miss you but you would be better off without me, honey. I'm a thinker, not a talker.

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#love#go#feelings#life#alone#tears#dead#lust#relationships#not
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