Sometimes I wish
Before this crash
I hold it tighter
I grip on it longer
Grieving is already hard
To the dead soul thats been fed
With at most guidance
And... still wanting to die
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Timely sea waves
PoetryI, needed an outlet to reduce some storage of my thoughts. They are raw and ugly. Compilation of random poems.
Grip
Sometimes I wish
Before this crash
I hold it tighter
I grip on it longer
Grieving is already hard
To the dead soul thats been fed
With at most guidance
And... still wanting to die
