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Sunday, November 26, 2017

Quick sand

This fall
I fell
In the darkness
Like the leaves falling to the ground
I fell
Lost me steps
Lost my path
My oath
To follow only me
I lost my tracts

I been searching for all the wrong things
When I was filled in mud
I saw
How I had done things
How do I get out
Of this misery
How do I pick my self up
If it’s like quick sand
It pulls me deeper and deeper
That harder I move to get out
The stronger it pulls me in

Quick
Don’t move stay still
Don’t forget to breath
Don’t move
If you move it will swallow you whole

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