!TRIGGER WARNING!
(Mentions of suicide)
The wind caresses my skin.
One feeling to lead me in.
The tide
So wide,
I am feeling a rush.
Combined with hushed
Whispers of a spirit once crushed.
Though she thrived
In a landslide,
In the sea she is pushed.
To the deep waters,
She is finally shushed.
Feb 15, 2024
Feb 15, 2024 at 1:10 PM UTC
!TRIGGER WARNING!
(Mentions of suicide)
The wind caresses my skin.
One feeling to lead me in.
The tide
So wide,
I am feeling a rush.
Combined with hushed
Whispers of a spirit once crushed.
Though she thrived
In a landslide,
In the sea she is pushed.
To the deep waters,
She is finally shushed.
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