Drowning
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"Momma, what happening to me?!" I scream frantically.
"just stay calm, and don't panic"
it doesn't take long for me to realize I am drowning in myself.
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I am like no other,
I am different,
Water is my friend,
The ocean is my sanctuary,
I control water,
It is at my fingertips,
I am lucky if I don't drown.
Thank you to those of you who have started to read Drowning. I truly appreciate it!
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