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The Water

The ebb and flow of the water, rinsing through my veins. I feel it all so humble, I want to feel the rain.

Bring me the horizon, so I can speak again, show me what I did not see for time to be my friend.

The water rises up, chokes me here I lay. All I see is blurry waves, please save me from myself.

I ask for your forgiveness, and I won’t be so proud. Let me sow the seeds of future love and rights.

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