Dock *

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I fall and break,

Like fragile glass,

I'm starting to think,

This time is my last,

I'm at the dock,

Just in time,

I dive right in,

And cut the line,

I slowly drown,

As my life flashes,

I hope there happy,

Now that I'm ashes.

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