Page 73 - Written Feelings
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sunny autumn
As I'm sinking in the deep end
I feel my lungs getting sore
I hear my thoughts being deepened
Pushing me further from shore
Every sound I hear is muffled
Yet somehow, my cry is loud
Annoying, yet very subtle
Forgetting how I had drowned
Maybe I've always been Drowning
Maybe my purpose is sinking
What sea am I diving down in ?
How am I still even thinking?
Thinking, thinking never ends
An ocean without a bottom
How do people make amends?
It’s never sunny in autumn
