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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Down in my hearts ocean I will drown in my selfish emotion My hearts empty room yet deafening commotion My heart is black, sitting with no motion As I throw stones to skip in the sea As a symbol of sympathy Cause this ocean is a endless hole And one day, It'll fill full And a weight that sits on my shoulders Painful and as heavy as boulders Dragging me under the ground Into the ocean until I drown Surrounded by burning coal In this seemingly endless hole Now covered in ash Burning skin and soul Crawling up through the grime Rushing with impatience and so little time The water and blood weighing down on my chest And my hands loose grip and become numb, maybe for the best But with a gasp of air which I now crave I break through ash and coal and rise above my grave But the burning ambers on my body took its toll My souls puppet of flesh now a ragdoll With no movement I float above the sea of blood A heart that had a pain flood The walls are going to fall and cave in But I have two arms which can hold up anything So limp and so cold Reaching upward for something to hold Now I am freezing even with all the coal and fire But I break through with strong will and desire Stuck in this thick pool of memories I have stepping stones helping me Step by step I emerge from this this hole below And soon it will be a distant memory from long ago
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