Moving on


You pull me down, back into the dead waters l just rose from.

At first l follow…you got my attention.

The familiar horrors flood in to choke me. l can’t take it, stunted personal growth…stagnation, self love.

l let go, l let you go acquaman….I AIN’T NO FUCKING FISH AFTER ALL.

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