the waters.

February 28, 2022

There are different oceans, different rivers.

That everyone swims, that everyone drowns in.

Most drown in happiness, others wealth.

Some hate, some guilt.

But for people like me, we drown in sorrow.

But try to swim, to joy.

For we don’t want to give up, a better life.

And those of us, that do give up.

they cry new oceans of sorrow, for those who fall.

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