Drunken laughs fill a small room.
It’s too dark, but everyone feels the adrenaline.
Fear is a lost cause to the ludicrous.
The water was too cold, the wind held no mercy.
She jumped in, desperately hoping she was alive.
Drunken laughs fill a small room.
It’s too dark, but everyone feels the adrenaline.
Fear is a lost cause to the ludicrous.
The water was too cold, the wind held no mercy.
She jumped in, desperately hoping she was alive.
Gia Raquel 
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