As the Water Breathes Me

There are no more clouds for me to touch. There are no more silver linings. My murderous ways towards myself is all I really desire. No tears fall down my face, realizing this will soon satisfy my taste. No one would ever understand what I have hidden. Barely perceiving it myself. And maybe, I just don’t want to be unchained from the one idea that within my own thoughts I am free as the water breathes me in as I breathe it in myself.



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