"Stop paddling." I said, out of the blue.
"Huh?" she raised her right eyebrow, confusion on her face.
"You think your drowning, but the truth is, you're just meters away from the seashore." I explained.
She furrowed her brows, still unsure what I was talking about.
I sighed, "Look, you're on shallow waters and all you really need is to stand. You don't need anyone, specially him, to save you. You got bones for a reason, and that reason is for you to save yourself."
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Glitters on Bloodied Words
PoetryAnd we all chase death But what we seek is salvation. Let pen move like your lips Ink spilled like your voice Words to compose your thoughts And write it on a paper like you're screaming to the world. A collection of poems and excerpts
