Have you ever felt like falling? Feeling the breeze go through your hair as your body fell down to the roaring waters below, the water is where I would die, where my oxygen would be taken from me. Where all of my worries would fade away from me. Where all the bruises and scars that was embedded on my pale skin being washed away by cold water.
This is where I would Rest In Peace and have my body decay by the rough salt water, by each aching hour and each aching year, my skin would perish, my body would perish, my words, my thoughts, and my feelings would die just like me, it would be like a dusty old book in a teenagers room, it would be lost and forgotten. I would be lost and forgotten
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