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Drowning
I'm dread of the day when I finally grow tired of this treading.
You haven't noticed that my feet can't touch the bottom.
I'm dread of the day when I finally grow tired of this treading.
You haven't noticed that my feet can't touch the bottom.
When hands don't reach out,
When hands don't reach out, be your own savior. You'll escape the water. Someone will be waiting with a towel. All the best.