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May 2015
As I walk into the cold cold river,
I start to quake and shiver
The water stabs my skin like knives
Cats have nine lives
I have only one
As I walk into the water
The bright sun
Is like a comforter
The cold seeps through my body
The birds in the distance
Chirp a sweet melody
All is lost now
This is my final bow
The cold hits my brain
I refrain
From going back
Everything goes black
This is hypothermia
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