"I went into this river to escape from this island and soon I stared to drown. I try to reach the shore but it's land made me sick. I tried to reach the other, but it made me sicker. Today I know I should have been stronger and swim away against the stream, far from those poisonous lands. Yet now I don't feel like having enough energy to do it, and my mind refuses to keep me on floating. But still my body keeps on moving, and my eyes keep on crying, and my voice keeps on singing this song, they want to live despite myself..."
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