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The Drowning
Time drags on, a heavy chain
I hate him for the time he's gone.
Weeks turn to years, a wasted span
I've been here too long, a drowning man.
'Stop,' I whisper, but the word is lost...
I hate him for the time he's gone.
Weeks turn to years, a wasted span
I've been here too long, a drowning man.
'Stop,' I whisper, but the word is lost...
