A fish without fins

February 18, 2015

Drowning in my shame. Lying in a pit of spit. Sorrow is dragging me like an anchor of hate. I can't reach the rails, and the lifeguard ain't gonna spare me a halo.

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nefritiriFeb 18, 2015

This was suppose to be about a guy drowning and was so ashame at the fact he couldn't swim so he rather die then be humiliated.