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Inground I'm drowning, patiently in the tears of a hopeless dream. Pathetically, reaching for the shore too weak to even scream. Sarcastically she hugs the child and wipes away his tears, scoldly slapping away his smile and filling him with fear. And I swallow, this pride that chokes my manhood. Bare symbolism of the one I let get away. Crying and rage filled fidgeting with the idea that she just might stay. Enough. Ironically the love was what created hate, willfully accepting this as just an act of fate. To see who's sorry now, to see who's falling down, to see who won't be coming around, to see, and if not to see, to hopefully believe. |
Additional Notes:
"pathetically" and "enough" are capitalized and seperate to evoke the feeling.
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