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I'm floating...

Half dead, but still clinging

Onto the little bit of life I still have

I stare at the clouds

A clear, crisp blue sky

The trees are lush and full

It's a warm summer day

A gentle breeze blows the grass

Making a ripple in the water

Then flashes reality-

A gray sky and black acid rain

The grass is dead and the trees are bare

And I'm not floating..

I'm drowning.

I'm insane.

And I'm almost dead.