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Free As A Bird

Sometimes it’s easier

To slip back under

Instead of fighting-

To remain afloat. 

 

The deeper you go,

The harder it is, 

To claw your way-

back up again. 

 

So you sink

Back into the depths 

Of the sea-

Deeper and deeper.  

 

And you slowly suffocate

Under the pressure,

You drown-

Your cries, Unheard. 

 

The only thing left,

A memory,

Of the dead- 

Once free as a Bird

🌷(2)

◄ Infernal Weeping

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