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letting go from the safe grip of another hand,
the falling down fast being whipped by each hair strand,
seeing below and behind the sea of rippling glare,
curling in the cold ready to impact and prepare,
hitting hard and breaking bones sinking deep,
still alive and unable to breathe still falling steep,
touching the bottom and still looking at the wobbling sky,
for a tear cannot be seen under the water from a cry,
choking in the darkness waiting for someone to save,
too late for a rescue as acceptance of this watery grave,
the eyes close to go into that dark place most fear,
inside the mind flows the reasons why being alone here,
dont count on anyone to hold you above,
because being there is never about true love.