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Jan 2019
The waters are running high,
I’m drowning
In your water shaped blood,
I’m ******* drowning
Oh, why is your blood so thin?
Why is it so ******* thin?

Brother my friend loves me more,
Your blood is not thick.
I’m not drowning brother.
Don’t save me brother.
Ameliah Rene Henry
Written by
Ameliah Rene Henry  17/F/Underground
(17/F/Underground)   
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