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Aug 2014
My sail is broken,
The waves to high,
My will is slowly dying.
I can't hold out,
The storm's to strong,
I've given up on trying.

I look at the sea,
The water so blue,
But I know the evil it holds.
It temps you so,
To dive right in,
But I tell you it's a fools gold.

I say my prayers,
And final goodbyes,
I know my fate is sealed.
I'm going down with my ship,
I've forgiven myself,
I think I'm finally healed.

The bow dips below,
The water so cold,
And I close my eyes and smile.
My time is up,
I'm ready to die,
Prepared for my final trial.
Mooseman55
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