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My Anchor is gone, well I hope the noise doesn't come back, smh...

 My therapist had, complications

You know... Her husband had an affair

She didn't take it so well...

She spared herself the humiliation

And took that impossible decision


I think that was brave not stupid

She loved him so much, enough to bleed herself

Enough to cut to the deepest parts of love

And uproot the very core, her soul

As bright and divine the thing he couldn't handle

But then again I think she had no one else...

She was my anchor, I think she didn't have an anchor 

You know, that person that pulls you back 

When you sink too deep into the darkness 

... I've lost mine

I bet you're wondering what's gonna happen to me

Yea me too,

Yea me too... 


She spent her entire life figuring different methods on how to make

Other people feel good about themselves... To make me

Feel good about myself

And I did... Honestly I truly did...

She forgot to make room for herself, or she never had time...

Maybe that's why he did what he did

Humans are too impatient of course

But I hope she found peace, resting in paradise

...


Well guess it's back to chaos, storms and hell fire

... Reality. "who's brilliant idea was that?" 

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