I curl up in March 21st
Like a renegade lost at sea
finally reaching the shore
Some days it had felt
Like the waves would never stop
Like they would always be
Crashing over me
Again and again
Until I ceased to get back up
Others were calm
Numbly floating in the currents
Letting the ocean take me
Too tired to fight
And every day
I thought about it
And every day
I think about it
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 12:12 PM UTC
I curl up in March 21st
Like a renegade lost at sea
finally reaching the shore
Some days it had felt
Like the waves would never stop
Like they would always be
Crashing over me
Again and again
Until I ceased to get back up
Others were calm
Numbly floating in the currents
Letting the ocean take me
Too tired to fight
And every day
I thought about it
And every day
I think about it
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