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We carried his body back to shore. There was nothing we could do to stop this man hellbent on self destruction. He planned it out and wanted it more than anything. Here we are left to clean up, left to drag his corpse back to shore. His old weathered skin still holding that final smirk of satisfaction. I hope the water brought him peace, I hope the water calmed the war in his head. Everything else is best left unsaid. Goodbye old friend.
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Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
Left Behind
We carried his body back to shore. There was nothing we could do to stop this man hellbent on self destruction. He planned it out and wanted it more than anything. Here we are left to clean up, left to drag his corpse back to shore. His old weathered skin still holding that final smirk of satisfaction. I hope the water brought him peace, I hope the water calmed the war in his head. Everything else is best left unsaid. Goodbye old friend.
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24/F/Canadian
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
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