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The Drowning
Empty eyes to match an empty soul,
shedding dry tears that were dreams once.
The crush is deafening,
the pain almost welcomed, embraced,
in the darkness that is my own.
Wistlessly wandering,
searching for answers
yet only my own cries are
carried off on the wind.
The darkness closes in
to surround my thoughts
and pull me down,
drowning me with sorrow.
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You've been a naughty boy....go to my room!
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