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No one
drowns
in their
own
waters.
Fish
don’t.
How
could
you?
I wrote a poem,
hoping you'd see
But I changed my mind,
I'm keeping it for me
Today isn't special,
just a Thursday in July
Everyday it's easier,
you're further out my mind
Champagne Problems playing in my ear
I deleted my poem, thoughts not for you to hear

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