Mentally
I'm drowning in a pool of deep water
But thinking
I'd like to be sitting on green grass with the sun shining
I'm not thriving
But if somebody were to ask me how I'm doing
I'd say
I'm alright
For the record
As the sun crisps my face
I can't swim
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Poetry Book 3
Poetrythird poem collection. they aren't in any particular order or anything like that, and after 100, there will always be a new one. if you've been here a while, I'm sure you know the drill. now, about the cover. it was a random Thursday, and an old fri...
