why am i drowning
                              in the depths of unknown
                              i plunged myself into
                              and the risks 
                              that were too big
                              to bridge?
                              
                              i was only following
                              the melancholic singing
                              of my inner voice—
                              or was it your voice,
                              bleeding right into mine,
                              guiding me down 
                              dark hallways to hell—
                              or was it my mother's voice,
                              planting morals in my mind
                              only to have my thoughts
                              grow to be weeds—
                              or was it just me
                              and my own voice
                              leading me to a hopeless heaven
                              and frail flowers,
                              hoping i'd find something new
                              waiting to be found and dived into
                              sitting inside of me
                              
                              i took a risk with a side of laughs,
                              i reached for the stars
                              only to fall with just a handful
                              of regret
                              to stuff in my mouth
                              to muffle my sounds and my song—
                              the cries of wanting that led me here
                              all along
                              to this place of nothingness—
                              hollow in my heart—
                              that is a terrible cold
                              after the passionate fire
                              of taking a leap of dreams
                              
                              love ya, as always,
                              mari
                                      
                                          
                                   
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