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I'm hanging on an edgeAsking for a handBut no one hears my voiceI'm moving farther from the sandAnd as I'm crying nowThe waves are only getting biggerThey're coming closer, moving inLike a loaded gun's triggerAgain, I shout your nameHoping that you'll comeBut the tide has come and stolen meAnd my body has fallen numbAnd as I drift awayDistant in the seaI whisper your name one more timeThinking of you and me.Please, don't be too harsh. One of the first poems I've written.
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