how does it feel to reach the bottom?
when you could no longer breath
but still stretching your arms for help
until you realized, no one's there to save you
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The Things We Don't Talk About | Poetry
Poetry❝We need to talk,❞ I said over the phone, hoping for the best. He agreed to meet me to the only place we call home. But he never came that day, sadly, he left me for good. These are the things that we don't talk about, which ended our journey. (feat...
030. save me
how does it feel to reach the bottom?
when you could no longer breath
but still stretching your arms for help
until you realized, no one's there to save you
