Dove in slowly,
Shallow water,
Didn't try to breathe.
(It’s not about love)
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Closed eyes,
Torn clothes,
Turned around.
(It's not about love)
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Hidden spaces,
Chest pains,
Begging for the truth.
(It’s not about love)
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Who even am I?
Or you?
No time to know…
(It’s not about love)
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Wow, Great profound piece♥️💯📝✌️😉🌊it is not about love because it is about Water😆