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Mar 2022
the music gets really loud
I say quieten down,
floating's not my style
but I don't want to drown,

the waves get too rough
The surface slips away,
limbs that've had enough
in the depths she longs to stay
Written by
Ellie  16/F/England
(16/F/England)   
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