laying there in the muddy water,
shaking in the cold,
water coming up over my head.
I'm starting to not feel my toes.It's dark, the sky's kinda purple tonight.
I heard someone walk over to me.they fucking looked at me like a dead body,
I guess my blood was everywhere.
guess I was gonna die or something.then they left.
guess I was alone or something.
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Feeling Sober[✔️]
Poetrycould I stay sober for you, love? *contains suicidal references