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Sep 2019
I've always been a weak swimmer
I'm afraid one day I'll sink
The seaweed will grab me
and my limbs will stop moving

My lungs burn with need
They won't get what they want
But then they collapse
And maybe my fears disappear

I've heard that drowning
is the most peaceful death
Written by
Ruby Payberg  17/F
(17/F)   
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       Ray Ross, Zane Smith, BR Dragos and Mandalina
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