Struggling to stay afloat.
Sinking like the titanic boat.
Obstacles to big to face.
Parts of me chipped away with every take.
Currents too strong, should have learned how to swim. Maybe if you did
...you would not be drowning.
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The gIrL bEhInD the MaSk
PoesíaSome days are dark. Some are bright. Enjoy a collection of thoughts I tend to hide.
