I wanna die where the water fills my lungs, The most painful death, yet the most silent one. Don’t worry about me I’ll go without a splash or a scream Maybe one day I’ll be in the trunks of a tree, Maybe one day I’ll go far out at sea or on maybe just far out on an endless stream. Maybe one day you won’t even recognize me. If you do truly care please do what’s best, I don’t want the attention I just need the rest. I just want to die where the water fills my lungs, A choice that ensures so one can hear my splashes my screams, Somewhere out, far from my looping agony.
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