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I am Wet and Cold. I am Cold and Wet. On weekly nights like these, It seems that is all I get. I shiver as rain drips down From my neck onto my back. My head down, all I see Is the street--a shiny black. My hair sticks so tightly, Like a lover, clinging to my face. Is it possible for me to find A more disappointingly lonely place? These walks back home, I know, Are slowly killing me, With rain and rust surrounding As all I ever see. I made it to the bridge somehow To watch water touch itself. I cannot seem to comprehend How my life became this hell. My feet dangle over the edge, My elbows rest upon my knees. The cold ice in my chest I fear, just might make me freeze. I jump without a second thought To the river down below. Just as I hoped, it only gets warmer The further down I go.
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Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
Bridges are for Jumping
I am Wet and Cold. I am Cold and Wet. On weekly nights like these, It seems that is all I get. I shiver as rain drips down From my neck onto my back. My head down, all I see Is the street--a shiny black. My hair sticks so tightly, Like a lover, clinging to my face. Is it possible for me to find A more disappointingly lonely place? These walks back home, I know, Are slowly killing me, With rain and rust surrounding As all I ever see. I made it to the bridge somehow To watch water touch itself. I cannot seem to comprehend How my life became this hell. My feet dangle over the edge, My elbows rest upon my knees. The cold ice in my chest I fear, just might make me freeze. I jump without a second thought To the river down below. Just as I hoped, it only gets warmer The further down I go.
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angela-moreno
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 8:59 PM UTC
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