Alone

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Sat on a rock,

wind stroking my hair.

Water droplets splash my feet,

Not a care.


Cross my arms,

pull my feet up,

curl in a ball,

tears start to fall.


Tip to the side

hold me arms tight

close my eyes

tired of lies.


Water piercing,

a sharp knife.

Keep my head under water

losing my life.


If you where there,

would you catch me?

would you care?


i know you wouldn't,

nobody's there.

i am alone,

guess what?

i care.

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