Sinking They call it quick sand, so why am I sinking so slowly? Sinking through the streets; sinking into bed; sinking into you. I'm a sinking ship anchored by stone. My heart is melting rock. I am trying to be something while feeling like nothing. One day I may wake up without an aching in my chest and poison crashing through my veins, but until that day I remain sinking.
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