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Drown

The sky is as blue
As the pills I take at night,
Calming my li'l mind.

The birds above are
Looking down on me like I'm
A rotting driftwood.

The waters glinting
Like those camera flashes.
Should I thank the sun?

I'm drowning, aren't I?
Big waves crushing on my face
Took my breath away.

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