I've become the stagnet water that's left at the bottom of the bath tub.
the polluted.
holding onto all the bad, not so much of the good anymore.
pores open, filled to the brim with ugly thoughts.
the ache in my side is seams being pulled apart, strand by strand.
dead eyes can stare forever.
the [place] I've held onto you for so long in isn't what it used to be.
there are holes where I can see more clearly, no soft words to cover them up with.
needs are changing, I've stopped holding my breath in tunnels, wishing for something more than what I've never had.
the screams in my head aren't going away, then I realize no one else hears what you've said.
when did God walk out of the room? when I did I walk out on him?
thinking I can keep my head above water, when I just sink faster and swallow more water than air.
my soul feels heavy, like it's hardly a part of me anymore.
I'm reaching, and coming up empty.
take me under already.
no.
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different.
but i loved it.
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thanks love!
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coming up empty
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this is really nice
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coming up empty? bad? or good?
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amazing.
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