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A dark blue liquid completely surrounds me,
which did not appear from an ocean or a sea,
but still its overwelming taste is customerily sour;
though I hardly notice in my struggle to be free
in this idle tussle, gasping, in my final hour.

The useless direction that I choose to swim,
while my tired lungs are filling to the brim,
it does not even seem to scarcly matter
seeing as my chances are just way to slim;
as I hear my dreams so loudly shatter.

Maturing, the liquid shifts to a murky black
and darker it grew with the more hope I did lack;
I notice now that the gloom had left me blind,
making me just a feeble turttle on his weary back
with the way to roll over elusive to my mind.

Helpless, and Hopeless it seems I shall remain,
for all my meager choices will, as always, be in vain.
My haggard limbs go slack, leaving me inept to try;
as my tears are washed away in this sea of pain,
I am drowning, waiting for the rest of me to die.

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