Me
There she stands, on the other side of the lake, me. The me, who I thought was lost forever. There she is, so far, why can't I get her back, am I too broken for her to come? He broke her, me, there she is, the good part of me, who is forever lost, the lake deepens, the boats broken. There she goes, drowns for good while trying to return, I can't save her, the water is cold and I'm scared and broken, Too tired to save myself. There she goes, gone forever.
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