114 Water
The days come
The night goes
I'm standing tall
On tippy toes
Head held high
Above the water
Sinking down
Getting smaller
The waves come in
My head goes down
The moon shines bright
I begin to frown
The days don't come
The nights never leave
I didn't make it
Lungs give one last heave
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