The water rushes by quickly. One misstep, and you'll be swept away, down river with the current. I'm frozen on the shore, watching you make tiny adjustments, little moments of motion to propel yourself forward, into the center of the river. My breath is coming quicker the further away from shore you get, and I'm terrified that even if you make it out to the center, you won't be able to make it back to the shore again. I want to cry out, to beg you to turn back and return to my side. But the words stay frozen, voiceless.539Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYBAh2zxQRg
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