the water is cold and the music is loud
all of them hidden beneath a layer of cloud
a sudden spark and the flames did ignite
you could see their bodies burning into the night
you can see their shadows running
running for their lives
trampling over each other
behind the blinding lights
though their feet are cold and wet
there skin is singed to the bone
call it just an accident
never go swimming alone
never go swimming alone
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My writings and poems
I don't think i'm a good writer. I don't even think I'm good at anything, and if you want to waste your time reading these so called 'poems' go right ahead. I'm just sorry they're not as great as I would like them to be.
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