The river is long.
The river is grand.
The river is cold.
I've been searching for land.
I've been in this river to long.
I feel waterlogged and that all hope is gone.
I'm grasping tightly to a fractured branch.
Soon it will give way and let me free.
As the cold rapids crash over me.
I feel like I'm drowning in someone else's dream.
The river keeps on flowing.
Sometimes quick.
Sometimes slow.
I'm afraid to let go and just go with the flow.
If I can hold out, maybe it will dump me into The Gulf of Mexico.
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