We don't live.
We drown,
over and over
In the same sea
But under different waves.
Each being a different feeling
A different story we have to choke on.
Until we come up for air.
To watch another live,
Tortured, we sit amongst the clouds
To watch another be seized,
By the waves.
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The Ways in Which We Think
PoesíaA collection of poems, thoughts and outburst that I have written in hopes to reassure those who are unsure about living, each piece is about a certain aspect of my life and as a person who struggles with both emotional and mental health issues I wan...
