will we get get to the other side
would you give your life to find
out for others?
would you swim or sink
because there is still such a
long way to go?
our bodies are weak, hungry, and
hurting. but does that mean we need
to chain our wrist to the
sinking plate.
are we worrying over our head?
holding out breath?
i just hope for the other side
because some already died trying
for us.
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Poetrya collection of poems i made throughout my teenage years and every moment i felt with the boy i thought i once gave my heart to. • • • • previously known as blurry eyes
