So you see my sitting at the bottom
Of a tall crystal glass
You see me sitting and sobbing
Sobbing on my ass
You see me
You watch me
You could easily fetch me out
And yet you tip the pitcher over
Sending in shocks of cold
Filling up my lungs
Filling up my soul
So I sob some more
And you stare through the perspiration
Let it drip down the side
And watch with content at my resignation
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365 Days of Ashes (Part Two)
PoetryWattpad only allows 200 parts. I require 365, so here is the second half of my 2017
