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I sit here and I think
about you..about everything.. about everything being so simple and yet so complicated.. about the sky..the sea..the rain.. I wish I would drown in the sea fall from the sky melt in the rain for I am made of ice and I’m not even cold.. I remember one time I could walk on the waves and fly..and feel the raindrops on my warm body.. I stopped living then because I stopped thinking so untrue.. I stopped thinking..so I was living I was alive for the first time How did I die? How could I lose it? Everything is passing me by..
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