Life is like a stone.

You never think you will be the one picked up.

You never think you will skip over water.

And sink into the cold river water.

When you are at the bottom how do you feel?

Do you feel alone?

Are you scared?

Is it dark?

Is there anything to do at the bottom of this cold majestic lake?

All I ever did was cry, and it got my absolutely no where.

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