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I'm drifting on a ship,
Not knowing where to go.
I'm sailing on the water,
Hoping for some miracle.
I'm broken on the inside,
just some lost martyr.

The ships back on water,
With a dark cloud on the horizon.

My mind's a tornado,
Not knowing where to go.
My heart's a tornado,
And I'm drenched in its mistakes.
Mixed feelings in the end.
I'm sorry, dear.
The ships sunken.

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That has quite literally be the ugliest poem I've written. I'm so sorry...🙇😞😞😞