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Dec 2016
Walking around in mist
the forest, now an ocean.
So deep, so frightening.
The creatures invite me in,
so i go.

The ocean is red.
Why is it red?
Dazed, i look around.
Holding my breath.
Scared.

When i look down, i know.
All the faded, healed marks-
they're now open and gushing.
Such a beautiful scarlet.
So horribly lovely.

Why didn't i notice?
Why didn't it hurt?
I'm freaking out?
Is this my end?
Why?
Nemo W
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Nemo W  22/Gender Fluid
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