Wednesday, November 22

Sinking.
(r. smith)














i am slowing down
as the years go by
i am sinking

so i trick myself
like everybody else

the secrets i hide
twist me inside
they make me weaker

so i trick myself
like everybody else

i crouch in fear and wait
i'll never feel again

if only i could remember
anything at all

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