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american, 29, i write sad shit. gang gang.
a poem from when i wasnt depressed
On a day of arctic breeze swimming in a trench below i'd never the warmth on me nor the sunlight's azure glow when i felt myself raise arms holding me higher brightness blinding me adaptation to it made me see the solar beams and warm shores surrounded by a new sensation overriding the hollowness in me a new sense of purpose a forgotten feeling of hope reviving my heart and soul no longer did i sink in loneliness now i float in calm seas no longer inhaling the water breathing in the air i know i will never fall now i know i will forever float i will glide atop with you gondolas on a lake we glide together
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