Mayamermaid

MAYA | 17 | MERMAID.

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There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are the only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying

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"Tell them it's me who made you sad
Tell them the fairytale gone bad"

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When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb

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