All words,
like us,
are sixty, seventy percent water
I had two options
and I failed following the wrong one
instead of letting them cleanse me
I choosed to drown in the ones that hurt
cause for so long
I kept myself imprisoned with these words
some of them
like sharp swords
still stuck within my heart
and some of them
like whisps of smoke
drifting in and out of my mind
for so long
I kept myself stuck in the abyssal
instead of going up to the surface to heal.

#poem

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