And yet the pen - was out of ink

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All alone – I was again

I wished to write – of my reign

And yet the pen – was out of ink

My story, like me, had to shrink

If I fell – would you catch me?

Stop me from the big, black sea

It was a loop – one no longer stopped

Might as well save the door – unlocked

No trust I had – to one thee

They were unheard – the thousand plea

And yet the water – so warm, a hug

The addictive – a soft drug

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