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Nov 2020
I've got a lot of pebbles at the bottom of my ocean,
a lot of weight underneath,
stones which are strong and sharp,
smooth by appearance
but I am weak.
the rough stones make me hate me,
I wish that my ocean drifted them away,
but they remain inside the bottom of me,
stuck at the bottom like clay.
the stones have stacked,
no wave can break them down,
they've reached a height,
rising up to my surface.
I throw another stone at them to try and knock the tower over,
but it will still continue to build,
lying on top of one another.
Water is moulding them into One
One big problem
One big stone at the bottom of my ocean
Tanisha Parekh
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Tanisha Parekh  21/F
(21/F)   
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