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    Life on Land is Never Good Enough

    At times like these,
    where i cannot pin point the root,
    I find myself yet again,
    alone in a pitch black room.

    As dark and heavy,
    as the pressurised waters down a trench.
    And enclosed like a fish tank
    without its filters.

    I am a mermaid but a blob fish,
    perfectly "beautiful" for all her short comings.
    But a blob fish nonetheless.

    At times like these,
    i wish the floors would drown me,
    off the shores of constant sorrow.
    Drifting my longings and depression,
    as dispersed sea foam.