We were walking past the lake, when my reflection took my place.
It held your hand and watched you slowly drift away from me.
It threw a plate against a wall the night after you left, when it relealised you were never coming back.
It drove around for hours on its own, not knowing where to go.
It held the phone, not knowing who to call.
And this is the only way I can explain to anyone what I'm doing, underneath the water.
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