Fluid memories come gushing back,
And I drown in the deluge, drifting off track,
We're aqueous containers claiming to be great,
Discrepancies of the soul, caused by bitterness and hate,
There's not enough air in this cigarette smoke,
I'm fading to black, as I suffocate my hope,
It seems so strange that we all float on,
In unknown seas, to those around us we fawn,
Because there's strength in number, alone we'll drown,
Without a love, without a sound,
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