I Write Messed Up Poetry But I Like It

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    Sub Conscience Dream

    Here I sit by the waters edge. Trying to find some peace in my head. I see my reflection its calling to me. But what is it saying can this really be? I step into the water its murky and cold. The voice keeps calling so the further I go. I'm up to my knees and feeling a sense of...
    WhisperingEchoes WhisperingEchoes
    36-40, F
    Aug 14, 2013
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