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Its breaking.... Under sea. Underneath, I lost all feeling, Do fish not feel the rod piercing? Sometimes I was too Vulnerable breakable fragile young small tiny, me. I'm getting tired I'm too weary to surface. Resilience, is not a word but a death sentence of irony plates I breathe in. Hey, do you wish to see the worse in me, the abyss snaps the frame, Inner child... its frozen eye... I still feel, morning train, a rush through, what couldn't who wouldn't save me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - rocking the wooden horse, as dark engulfs black hole, its par for the course, when shattered is considered whole. Autumn leaves drying and fading, beautiful in snow shy & melting, Eyes darken and hair whiten, wisdom wears on me sharpens... - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dead and buried is the garden I helped with my little spade, echoes are days felt yesterday blowing in the hallowed wind are all the autumn leaves...