Deep.Ocean.

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I am falling...
I am diving...

After the splash 
I feel the deep silence.

Everything so calm.
Everything so dark.

I am alone.
Alone makes me a target.

Do not know what is surrounding me.
May attack, may protect.

Keep diving.
Keep getting darker.

No help.
Just me to care.





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