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May 2013
I wish
I could refuse
to sink
as others do

but sadly
I am not them
and I am too far gone
to swim back up

no matter how badly
I want to see the light
and break free

I seem
to be anchored
to the ocean floor
where I will lay
until my oxygen
is cut too short

{c.m.}
Written by
Cami  America
(America)   
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