I always tried to pull you up,
always tried to help you breathe.
but I knew you didn't really have a choice when you said you had to leave.
the problem with us;
the problem that arose with anyone I had ever chosen
was that you were another pond;
but I had always been the ocean.
(you couldn't help but drown) //
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC
I always tried to pull you up,
always tried to help you breathe.
but I knew you didn't really have a choice when you said you had to leave.
the problem with us;
the problem that arose with anyone I had ever chosen
was that you were another pond;
but I had always been the ocean.
(you couldn't help but drown) //
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