canned water

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I m water
I came from the ocean and I was left here.
And I tought i was surronded by more water aswell!
But I am not.
This,around me,is canned water.

I don t even know what it is.
It says it s water,real water
But it s not.

It never accepts tge fact tgat it s not water untill they evaporate.
They always evaporate.
After 365 days,they all leave.

And some new canned water comes in their place.
I always search for water like me
I always belive the new water when it says it s ,,water"
Then later they evaporate.

They re always so sure of themselfs.
They always swear on their life,on their gamily,on their animals,on whatever is around them.
And then they evaporate.

But it s easy to swear as canmed water.
Because you don t know these things
They don t matter to you.
They re not real to you as you are not real to them.

Amd I always swim
I always move
Not to get away from canned water
Not to find the canned water that evaporated
But rather to finally found real water..
Like me.

Things can be as fake as a barbie
As fake as a bitches implant boobs
As fake as lies.
But I accept them
If they accepts themselfs.
If they accept that they re not water.
They re not water from the ocean.
They are a mere sad pathetic excuse of a cheap knock off.

But..What can I say.
,,it s alright to take a sip of glory,but don t drown in it".

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