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Dec 2020
You reel me in, pluck me out of waters,
see how I struggle for air.
The triumph is written on your face,
then with force, back in the water I go.

I circle slowly, just to be sure
then I swim for my life,
It is too late, as I'm still hooked
Again, you slowly reel me back in.
Invisible fishing rods is how some people keep us in their lives.  Sometimes they let us go and sometimes they just continue to play the same games of catch and release.
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