Dark thoughts
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Dearest Ducha,
How many times have I tried to stand in you?
Yet, I crumbled to the floor
The comfort of the warm water
On my cracking and aching skin
As I look up the water droplets constellate
Doesn't matter if you're having a nice day.
They come and go anyways.
One moment, you're just hanging out with friends.
Then a thought comes and brings an end.
"They aren't your friends,
Time is the wind in this storm
A storm for both my body and mind
My life is frozen, but time still runs
Unliving, but faithful
Unconscious, but consistent
