The lake
I'll slip away from this physical existence.
Into the water my soul goes swimming.
The timing may have been off but life seems to find it's balance
I breathe relief underwater.
If only I was patient enough to wait.
I ask for forgiveness but I shall not beg,
I am prepared to deal with the consequences that may or may not lie ahead.
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