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The Waves speak to me.
The reflection of the moon is beauty to me.
looking at the moon thinking.
my breath grows cold.
and my body shakes.
her cold kiss is soothing it lets me know im still here
looking from this bridge i wonder what's next.
I walk away alone.
i can see my breath.
now i fade away.
with nothing standing in the way..



I wrote this a long time ago for somebody that needs to know they are not alone...