I'm underwater, hearing the sirens sing in my ears,
Thoughts suspended, afloat, bursting like chiming bubbles,
I'm underwater, and seashells are piercing the thin layer of my skin,
Caught up in a fishing net, feeling so trapped and hopeless,
I'm underwater, and there's a million of fishes in the sea,
I can't find anyone, just a blur of color in my vision so blue,
I'm underwater, craving the touch of sand,
Feeling the salty breeze beneath the surface, my hair goes in every direction,
My eyes are closed, and I'm in bliss,
Diving in this underwater paradise,
By myself and the magic that surrounds me,
I can feel the lifting current, bringing me up and down,
Like music in my ears, I only hear the soft murmurs of the seaI'm underwater, tiptoeing my way on corals, to find my last destination,
Like the rainbow in the sky, an aurora in the depths of the deep ocean,
I'm underwater,
But drowning here may be the best thing that could happen,//k.u.
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