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I have this dream,
I'm drowning, there are hands holding me down, pinning me to the water bed. They look awfully like mine.
Though I can't tell, the murky water clouds my vision, I can't see her face but I can feel her sat on my chest.
Maybe that's why my chest hurts, or is the fact I'm screaming even though they come out silent, or is it the water that's beginning to fill my lungs.
I hear someone call my name in the distance, asking me to come back, so gentle I stop thrashing, I stop screaming.
The water clears and the girl is gone, but so is my face. I float up, and I'm at the shore, calling for myself to come back.
But the other me doesn't have a face either.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
