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Sadness dwells in my heart. It's like a anchor pulling me down into a great dark ocean. The water fills my lungs and I'm left breathless. I'm left with the numbing feeling I know all to well. I try to reach up to the light but it was already too late, the darkness had already wrapped it's arms around me. Now all that I can do is watch as the world goes by. I'm trapped in this morphed world, am I really worth living? OR am I just a waste of breath. I don't see the point of continuing, but I do it anyways...and I don't know why....maybe...to save others.
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A Beautiful Disaster
PoetryMy story. A story full of unforgettable thoughts. I've come to terms with these certain parts of my life. This is for the people who decide to read my poetry. I hope you find the motivation to continue to fighting like I did. #1 in slam (5/31/18) #1...
