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Who am I?

No air fills my lungs

I breathe in, taking all I can

Slowly, yet glutinous, never enough

To bring me back from the depths

Nor revive me, still

I struggle, gasp, in the non-existent

My eyes, blank, like the night sky

Clouded over, light diminished

Never to return, forgotten

Like a rag doll, I struggle

To find the time, that time

When the world was beautiful

And so was I


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