Poetry For The Hopeless
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"I feel like the world is just a big ocean. No where to hide, no where to breathe, and no where to escape. Fighting to stay above the surface knowing you'll drown on the salty water you call your tears. You choke because you can't keep up with the huge waves of people hovering over you. You die because what's the point in staying somewhere you know you'll eventually give up."-me
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