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She watched, dissociated, as her soul leaked out into the water.
The lights blurred, colours dancing in her vision, merging as she lay.
The sadness melted, replaced with a new calm.
The warm that lay within her gone too, replaced with cold.
The buzz of the light over head and the small drip of spilling water was all that could be heard.
A final tear fell down her face as she lay soaking in herself.
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~ HUMAN INTROSPECTION ~
Poetry~*~*~*~ ~*~*~*~ A collection of poetry and philosophical questions made to question the relations and views we have of ourselves and others. I encourage readers to explore themselves and allow their thoughts to run unfiltered while reading. I hope...
