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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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