Waters cold...
Or is that only my skin
I feel pain for,
The shape the world is in
I see them come and go
Taking parts of me
The end is coming fast
In memories
How many days?
Or has it even been years?
The thought of which,
Brings only tears
I need to leave this hell
The water feels warm
The air I finally breathe
It's time for me to leave
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