I'm stuck in the middle of a puddle.
This puddle feels like an ocean.
No matter how far I swim to either side it feels like it's never ending.
And I'm just too tired to swim anymore.

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The Story
Поэзия"The Story" is not about anything in particular. It is about many things ,but put into one book. This book in particular (like many more to come) is put together by poetry. (These are all wrote by me.) There are some that are straight to the point...
Chapter Sixty-Five
I'm stuck in the middle of a puddle.
This puddle feels like an ocean.
No matter how far I swim to either side it feels like it's never ending.
And I'm just too tired to swim anymore.