my dad taught me how to
swim.
my mom said to
stay safe.
my sister said
'you're great'.
but...
i don't know why
my dad drowns me
and even with water
in my eyes,
I can't.
My mom didn't lock the door and the
'stay safe'
was just for 'stay'
cause all the 'safe' was far away behind them
and my sister says
'you're great'.
even when there is silent with loudness swimming safe in my vains making me believe I'm doing great.
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