glass
I used to be sharp.
A teeny bit quick witted.
like
glass.
Now,
I have been
dulled down
soft
by the restless ocean waves.
I am drowning and there is no one there to save me.
Oh God I am scared.
alone.
stupid.
I can already feel the steel in my heart.
killing me.
breaking me
like glass.
there is no fear here
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How can you save me when you can't save yourself?
"nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."
— Charles Bukowski
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."
— Charles Bukowski
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