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A boy wails near the swings

ignored by his peers

vision blurry from a salty river

stinging the cuts inflicted accidentally

Stumbling bare foot 

rocks dig into his feet

and that river keeps flowing

until all other sounds are drowned out

Swimming in his own pity

he eventually suffocates

and nothing is left

except a poorly stitched image

He just can't seem to dam up the bridge

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