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3/2/2020 3:55:40 AM
Underwater, the chains, tying me to the world, break,
In the rippling waves, my shivering body does quake.
Underwater, my body as weightless as a ghost lies,
Where all sound is muted, where salt stings my eyes.
Peace engulfs me in waves, as power drains my thighs,
I swim against the tide, further from the world I despise.
In my chest a fire rises, as my lungs screamed for air,
Underwater, I near a new life, above all are unaware.
Pain consumes my body, regret fills my mind,
My frantic arm movements, are they waves? Are they blind?
Tumbling like the waves, the seconds in the sea,
My unbreakable heart stops, then swims free.
To die, isolated, all alone in pain!
I am not the first, nor the last, in vain!
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