I just feel like I'm drowning sometimes
And every time I get up to breath
Think I might be able to stay afloat or swim to shore
The waves come crashing back
With butter resentment
Taking with them every shred of hope
I had gathered
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PoetryMoving forward isn't easy. I've found myself in life's waiting room. Some days I feel like I'm doing great and other days I feel like I'm waiting for life to begin. Nobody tells you how to be an adult. There is no guide book to falling in love. Al...
