I jump , I stop , I look without hope at the sketched water on top , the blurred figures that look a cross to help , I wonder do they not know if there is no hope there is no help ,big and small studded bubbles wabble ,fish shine from the light of the sun , I wonder if I will die , I let go this time, curious of the world above the sky , what beauty it holds , for every one on their last night, I am drowning to live a life .
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My Thought Bubble
HorrorA girl named Siara Grace , used to live at her aunts in Australia . She had moved after a big cyclone that took a lot of lives , when her aunt had a mental break down , did abnormal things . Her aunt also had a imaginary friend called Monet . Siar...
