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i began to understand that i was
drowning in my own tears.
my eyes forced open only to
watch as every soul transformed
into nothing but a mere blur.
a lucent mirage left in place of love.
waterlogged from my throat
to my burning ear drums.
this time there was nobody there
teaching me how to swim.
— 6:00 pm | 08/07/18
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𝙿𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂 ⁀ ᵖᵒᵉᵗʳʸ
Poetrywe're all passengers on a plane with no destination , no pilot , and a flight of borrowed oxygen. ────────── collection of shorter poems that speak to my heart on occasion <3
