Drowning

the time before and after

By Tennessee GarbagePublished 6 months ago • 1 min read

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I can hear it beat

with my head under water.

As I recall time,

what a strange life I have lived.

I'm ready to start anew.

Mental Health sad poetry

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Tennessee Garbage

Howdy! There is relatable stuff here- dark and twisty and some sentimental garbage. "Don't forget to tip your waitresses" Hi, I am your waitress, let me serve you with more content. Hope you enjoy! :)

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