Rock Bottom
You caught me at my lowest low
and started tearing at the stone.
I crumbled into dust,
chipping away like rust.
I put everything I had into your open hands;
I felt your waves strike me like sand.
Now folded in amongst the rest
maybe it's for the best.
I'm not afraid to let you go-
I'm not afraid to be alone.
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