The pressures on...how do I know?
I see the tiny cracks in time as we submerge by the hour/minutes/seconds
deeper. Emotions cascading out...I think we need a bigger bucket, my
better half is telling me to just say Fu*k it. It's crunch time...I
can feel it in my molars, Captain Crunch but nothing like the cereal. I see a real
altercation that needs to be dealt with; These foundations might be broken, battered
and cavities exposed within our gushing thoughts. it is what it is baby wipe me down.
I can never bare a defeated frown as the captain of this Voyage and
ship, as God is my witness we shall not drown.
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