It is hard to walk away
Until I hear the things you say
I used to think it was enough
What is left of us
Then I was not sure
I started to look toward the door
You held me under as I gulped for air
You pushed me down
Then you left me there
Now I am on the outside
Now I am looking in
I have made up my mind
It is time for this to end
Nyx
I love this. Great piece.
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Thank you
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Excellent. I have chills at this line – “You held me under as I gulped for air”. Great piece.
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Thank you Debbie 🙂
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Where one story ends, the next begins. ❤ ❤
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💚💙
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Awesome piece!!
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Thank you Roy 🙂
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To good
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Thank you
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Anytime
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You gave such a deep cry through this poem…. Nice.
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Thank you
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