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    Today I looked up how long it would take to drown
    Today I looked up how long it would take to drown
    How long can you hold your breath before you can't hold your breath any longer
    And how long until your lungs give out and the sound that used to fill the void
    Quiets like a mouse at midnight, searching for its piece of the pie

    Today I stood in front of a window and imagined what it would be like to fly, no I didn't
    I imagined what it would be like to jump outside the frame that caged me inside
    But my better judgment said it wouldn't be very kind if someone you cared about found you
    That's the voice that plays like a tape on rewind, rewind, rewind
    It wouldn't be fair to a stranger either

    Today I'm reminded of the time I watched a man jump into a highway when I was just seventeen
    The car lights on either side of the upper portion of the AutoRoute below standing at attention
    Staring off into the distance
    Just waiting for the road to clear
    And the way to the comfort of their loved ones to be made

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    Death is a strange and hollow inconvenience when you think about it
    There's a blank face that quickly and abruptly finds its way to all who witness something of that magnitude
    It's not empathy, it's not sympathy
    It's more of a forced intrinsic and integral self-reflection
    Why would someone do such a thing?
    What could drive someone to that type of depth?
    Could I be driven to such depths?
    Would I ever be able to jump?

    There is no place to be soft in these moments, jump
    There's no time to be caught in this moment, jump
    There's no need to believe there ever was a moment, jump
    Sigh, believe, relief in this moment
    'Cause I could never be the one to be in this moment
    Or could I? Jump

    Today I looked up how long it would take to drown
    Do you first hold your breath?
    Do you exhale all of your problems and worries before casting your thoughts to the bottom
    Of an otherwise empty place below the poverty line of depressed thoughts
    And the sad calamity of a haunted house you've called home?
    I don't know
    Maybe someone out there has an answer

    But for now I'm still trying to come to terms of the fact
    That today I looked up how long it would take to drown

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