Dear Ocean,
as I hold on my last breath thinking
take my body which I call it home
take my name when I am dead and gone
and throw my existence in the river
so no one will call you the killer
but know that I lived my whole life long
and gave all the love that I could’ve given

but Dear Ocean,
don’t take me
without me living a trace
and don’t take me
if you hear my soul’s voice
and the name of people I love
and don’t take me if you saw
my broken spirit
and don’t take me if you felt
that I was never ready to let me go
and don’t celebrate my death
because if I survive
I’ll write nights and days
about what trace you left in my soul
what bruises you left on my lungs
and the rustic fear that makes my whole body crunch
Because this will never be forgotten
or forgiven

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