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| Drowning
(I have said this before, but when I fight addiction, in myself and with others that I love, sometimes the burden becomes to much for my heart so I write, and write) Sitting here, alone again My eyes on fire from the salty tears they are swollen and I can barely move Emotionally drained and I am tired. I take the next sip of medicine, it burns Soon the pain will be gone I will find peace at the bottom of my cup. Your fingers no longer warm me Your eyes no longer see me. Your lips no longer bring passion You heart no longer feels me. As my limp fingers write this I know the answer I don't like what it says I quickly block the feeling wanting to forget. More medicine I began to be swallowed with arctic regrets, drowning slowly Is this over yet? Jenady Revill |
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