Ocean Of My Own Grief-Personal Narrative

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Breathe The grass looked greener The sun looked brighter The ground felt lower The sky rose higher Still inside I was empty No women to tempt me When I needed them most Just something to clear my mind As my heart went ghost As my body was numb As my soul was tainted When my tears were held back And my blood shed faintly Down my arm To my chest Betweenst the crevasse of my breast I was dead but alive My own human sacrifice Thinking that my depression would subside But a fool was I Drowning in an ocean of my own grief Down in the deep but still I breathe
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