"I got close enough to the river
that I couldn't hear the trucks
But not close enough
to stop the roaring of my mind
I'll no longer hide it
Yes you move me to tears over and over
I'll no longer fight it
The dust the body becomes
Just destroy it for no reason
Breathed in, looking, with my hands out
Let the wind take me
what will come soon"
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