Every day I feel like I'm skydiving,
And I hate heights.
I get in a plane unwillingly and jump.
I stay in the air for about two hours,
And finally reach the peaceful bliss of the green grass.
But only for a moment.
Then, I realize...
I have to jump again tomorrow.
And the next day.
And the next day.
And for the next couple of months.
Every morning I wake up and dread the experience until I attempt to fall asleep.
There's no escaping this everlasting cycle.
- this is swim
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