The Cold, Dark Pool
My day goes by, all a blurry haze.I'm slowly drowning in a cold, dark pool. People pass by, reaching out thier hands. I want to reach for thier hands, get out of the pool that my mind has created,made of dark thoughts and regret, but I can't.
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