An anchor hooked in the bottom of my heart,
holding me in equilibrium,
keeping me from falling apart.
I held onto the anchor sailing through seas and oceans.
hoping for dear life, the anchor wouldn't tear through...
hoping for dear life, my journey would end soon.
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PoetryWhere there are words; there is comfort. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● It's exhausting, The dreams I have; Trying to make what's fantasy, Include no hardship. Into false of hopes of reality. ●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°●°● ☆In this monumenta...
