within one click of the clock's tongue
i found that i was drowning in it
i did not struggle
nor kick
nor thrashi simply just allowed myself
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Kthe tears flooding my lungs set my chest on fire
crying out in agony was a more than pointless endeavor for only muffled shrieks would dare escape my lipsthe sun was not so courageous as to let its precocious light beams venture into the depths of the unknown lest they uncover undesirable truths
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men don't cry [Poetry]
Poetry[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and then tuck them into our shirts" *** i sincerely hope you don't relate to any of these poems ~UPDATED DAILY~ 27/12/17 : #611 in Poetry 29/12/1...