April 4, 2011
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It surounds me,
and I feel my body growing weaker and weaker,
until pretty soon,
I won’t be able
to feel anything any longer
so instead I let the fish dance around my feet,
and tickle me with their fins,
all slimy,
and wet.
They are having a race to see
who can dash to my hands quicker with every
movement I make.
I know I should be going so I can make sure I will see life again
but the fish are begging
me to stay and they pull on me every time I try to get back up.
But I pull and pull and brake free of there grip,
once and for all.

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