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A big hand
Takes me deeper
Into the suffocating warm sea.
“It is where I belong.”
Yet, after a while,
Sharp blades go through my back.
A dictator pulls me out.
The surface is screaming.
“Why am I here?”
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m i l d a < 3
A poem by me!