I Guess This Means I’m Alive
Waves crash
On this endless ocean
Of my mind.
I try to escape the blackness
But it envelops me.
I press my hand to my heart,
Just to feel the beat.
Like a paper-winged angel
It floats through my veins.
Under my pale skin, my pulse beats.
I guess this means I’m alive.
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