Oceans of Emotions
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Poems about emotional relationships and broken hearts..
- drowning - "as leaks in a boat i cry"
The boat represents all of me
Water represents
Love, hate, jealously stress, sadness
Anger
ALL emotions
A leak in my boat
Emotions flood my soul, mind, spirit
I am dead inside
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