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I was drowning in an ocean with my pockets full of stones
sordid spite became my rapture, wax became my bones
from dimebags under benches to car trunks filled with keys
carving in the trenches,
cutting tongues to silence pleas

I was drowning in an ocean with blood-stains on my shoes
in the soft creases of time with the black gloves of abuse
my suicidal ideations turned survival into travesty
the violent operations,
breeding violence bred calamity

I keep drowning in that ocean and

I keep waiting for release
 
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