Herein lies my tortured soul
My battered broken heart
Near the bottom of the bowl
Where my emotions start
They drift up with every current
Until the surface break
In waves and waves and waves and waves
The tears streak down my face
Tempestuous roiling waters
Those that fill my soul
Take care if you are swimming
Else my waters take their toll.
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