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Dying by suicide. Drowning myself, Scorching myself, Withering and frail, Mental suicide, Pickled brain, Chasing my tail. The courage lost, That day I set sail. Myself and my sorrows, Going down with the ship, Clutched to one another- Drowning partners, Vests float on by. We are going down with the ship. Now, I'm stuck down here. A fate unforeseen. Here, at the bottom of the sea. A pocket of air and borrowed breath- Water collapses in, And stifles my cry to be free. Blackness ensues, People mourn. A heart renews, Mending what was once torn. Looking down, the ships float on by. Knowing now, They all sail on a bottomless sea. And their end, Is their only chance to be free.
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Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
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Dying by suicide. Drowning myself, Scorching myself, Withering and frail, Mental suicide, Pickled brain, Chasing my tail. The courage lost, That day I set sail. Myself and my sorrows, Going down with the ship, Clutched to one another- Drowning partners, Vests float on by. We are going down with the ship. Now, I'm stuck down here. A fate unforeseen. Here, at the bottom of the sea. A pocket of air and borrowed breath- Water collapses in, And stifles my cry to be free. Blackness ensues, People mourn. A heart renews, Mending what was once torn. Looking down, the ships float on by. Knowing now, They all sail on a bottomless sea. And their end, Is their only chance to be free.
the-sane-saloon
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30/M/California
Apr 21, 2020
Apr 21, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
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