The dearest of Diary...

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In another life I was a sailor
I waded through deep trenches
And sailed my way home
With just stars
Then the sea consumed me
In this life
I wonder what I am
I no longer wade through trenches
Of deep blue
Instead I drown
In seas of red blood that spill
Down my thighs
I no longer have a home
So I copy the constellations
On my arms
Maybe,
In the next life
I will be happy!

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