plenty of fish in the sea

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I thought you would be my breath of fresh air,
My drink of cold water,
The new land to explore.
But I think you got a little too close,
A little too soon.
And now you can find me,
Closing back up and going back into polluted water.
Where I'll drown again,
As just another fish in the sea.
(There are plenty of us anyway.)

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