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DrowndingCategory: Poems
Sunday, 15 November 2009
05:02:25 PM (GMT)
Falling into the water.
The cold chills my soul.
Forget that I'm your daughter.
My death is your only goal. 
The air in my lungs is replaced with the cold.
And I swear I can see the warmth of the sun.
Clutched in my hand I hold,
Your husband's own hand gun.
Every ounce of power,
It takes in my dying mind,
Will not help me in my final hour,
The torment is making me blind.
I raise the gun out of the ocean's waves,
And just as I pull the trigger,
The spirits drag me towards my own watery grave,
But at least my heart is bigger.
Last edited: 15 November 2009

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