I hate it so much.
This poem really represents how i'm feeling.Drowning in sadness,
I can't swim.
No shore, no shelter
No sweet seraphim.
Past sins echo
inside hollow bones.
My damaged soul weeps,
full of sticks and stones.
Baptismal tears flow
from looking-glass eyes
as thoughts drift backward
to sunnier skies.
I can't swim.
No shore, no shelter
No sweet seraphim.
Past sins echo
inside hollow bones.
My damaged soul weeps,
full of sticks and stones.
Baptismal tears flow
from looking-glass eyes
as thoughts drift backward
to sunnier skies.
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