Writing

The shots rang out

And I fell with a thud

I was dead,

For I could see myself covered in mud

I felt an urge to float, away and away

“Greetings, loyal subjects...I understand there is some grumbling amongst you regarding the state of your lives.” The king addressed the large crowd that had gathered in front of his royal palace.

I miss you more than 
I loved you. Still, I love you
 –less than I feared you. 

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10.

Trapped in fishing nets, 

Tangled in wire and desperation. 

Lungs fill with the same water needed to live.

Please help.

i can't breathe

but i suck it up and move on

i can't let myself shed any tears because what if i'm weak

i have work to do, 

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