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What started like a gentle Gondola passing through Venetian canals

Drifted into unknown waters where the sea level unexpectedly rose.

No amount of prayer or power could stop the flood,

all you had were these petite hands to hold for safety.

You saw me as a gem of the Ocean, until you realized I was scared to drown.

Tried to suppress the inevitable,

Kept the idea floating in the back of your head

But the storm was a constant thundering reminder

So instead, you chose to dive.