Breathe the water.
Fill your lungs.
It burns.
That's okay.
It feels good.
My head hurts.
I'm dizzy.
I don't know anymore.
That's okay.
It feels good.
I'm cold.
Very cold.
Still feeling dizzy.
That's okay.
It feels good.
Am I going to die soon?
Very soon?
I hope so.
That's okay.
Everything will be fine now.
Where am I?
Oh yes, that's right.
I see a man, no a boy, sobbing.
I see a familiar body on the grass.
Could that be me?
(Short.
Poem.
Sorry.
Me decides
To write everything in
Poem-form.
See you guys
On Wednesday.)
Yeah, I really don't get how people just put a few words in a paragraph and bam, call it a poem. I don't get it. TNT out:)
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