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Drowning On The Twenty Ninth 7/29/2020
I could see the surface but not touch.
Didn't think I had swum so much.
The outside air so far above.
I send myself a prayer and much needed love.
Not able to continue I stop and drown.
The only way to go is down down down.
Completely fucked.
Straight out of luck.
I hit the bottom but since it's a pool there's no muck.
Another day I couldn't have.
Another day I couldn't borrow.
I thought someone could come to save
But there will never be another

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