Is this myself I see before thee?
Lying motionless and still
So much at peace, so constant
No worries, no sorrows
No heartbreaks, no love
No fears, no nightmares
No life, no life
The water has given me life,
The water has taken it.
The unborn mother,
Will take me home,
Where I belong.
Now I can clean my room.
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