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I only think I'm treading water,
waves drag me under
and clouds hang ominously overhead
as fish nip at my toes underneath.
Whirlpools fling me side to side
and I scratch against rocks
that I could have sworn
were not there a minute ago,
but it's hard to see
when the ocean is trying
to swallow you whole.
My limbs grow sore
from flailing and fighting.
I only think I'm treading water
in an ocean that just won't stop.