Stepping out of the sun and into the shadowy cool water of the river

I feel a soft, gentle pull not only at my feet, but at my back towards the sun

Glancing back briefly at the sun before the river tugs at me, urging me onward

Each step I take, it becomes more cold and dark the further and further I am away from the warth of the sun

The tug of the river becomes too much as I lay down, submitting to its pull

Helpless to its strength as no one is there to pull me up from drowning in the river

I glance back once more hoping that someone will save me

Seeing no one, with my last bit of energy I whisper, "I'm sorry" to an unknown source

I can't breath, I can't fight it...

So I bleed out to numb the pain as the river finally drags me under...claiming my life.



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