Drowning , by Bluesoul Subscribe to rss feed for Bluesoul

I was drowning 
I was in a constant case of holding on
I wanted to live depending on some wooden raft 
And every piece of wood I found 
Kept on letting me down 
I came closer to giving up
And during this time i have not even once 
Thought of swimming to the land
I don't need no wood
I just need my hands
Posted: 2017-08-04 23:29:12 UTC

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