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January 30, 2012

A spiritual death

I lie still as the water
My bitter visions are broken
Head caught in the torment
Cruel as the ocean
Dreams are made in the distance
I will not be among them
Silence is killing me
And I can hardly touch the ground

I am deep in a river
Waves above my head
Help with my spirit
We descend
We reach the end

I am deep in a river
Waves above my head
Help with my spirit
We descend
We reach the end





I am deep in a river
Waves above my head
Help with my spirit
We descend
We reach the end

We descend
We reach the end

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