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She's breathing underwater.
She ain't getting her thoughts any better.
She's in a strong, cruel current.
She can't escape; she lives underwater.

She doesn't live in a kingdom
made of rocks and corals most elites have.
She hasn't risen above the sea level
'cause she's told to just follow the current,

so you might see nothing
of her beauty in the shallows.

You'll honestly be needing
goggles to see her beauty if...

you're not brave enough
to open your eyes under the waves.

But be cautious of what
you're about to see in her heart.
She knows how cruel the ocean might be,
but she wishes someone can see
that she's still too innocent to be drowned,
too young to be sunken.

Made with fragility and feebleness,
her bones are breaking.
Made with bruises and unseen scars,
her muscles are aching.

With the water
that's supposed to
water her with knowledge,
that's drowning her
in the drift's swiftness,

her brain runs dry.

Someone sees the girl for ages,
watches her drown for a decade,
and creates a high tide of pride.
Pain, pain, and pain is what it made.

Remember her secret:
She can't breathe underwater,
but all along,
she's been living under pressure.

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