approaching

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it's perfection out in the cold

rain cleansing my wild thoughts, refreshing

waters soft to sink in

those green lights shine brighter now than ever

I wanna be the one that

gets to feel again and it came crashing, immediately

eyes so deep to drown in

gladly leaping off that cliff into a happy night's unknown

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