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He went to a swamp.
She stayed somewhere. In some lost place where she could secretly lock the chain of an anchor in her legs.
He went further to the swampy place.
On the Pacific, off she went. Her anchor landed on the sands of silent sentiments from her tired loved ones. All seemed sick by her self-inflicted desires.
He stayed on that swamp.
She waited until Death claimed her. Time was waiting around and that ****** her off.
He left.
She tried to untie the anchor, chained around her legs, but Death was untying it himself for he was about to take her away.
He went and swam in the vast Pacific.
Her heart turned ice. She wasn't dead, yet. She just couldn't feel anything.
He went further into the Pacific. He got lost and it was too late.
Jul 4, 2015
Jul 4, 2015 at 3:22 AM UTC
You know that feeling
Where you just wanna crumple up
and die in a hole
That feeling inside you that just eats you up
and swallows you whole
Was it what I said?
Well, it wasn't my intention
Came out wrong, I dont even wanna mention
People make mistakes even the ones we love
But making them is something I'm really tired of
It feels like I'm hanging on a piece of thread
Because some things are better left unsaid
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC