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As I drift through the murky waters, The cold temperature has made me numb and complacent. School swim by in tight formation and I look on with disinterest. Brightly baited hooks snare those called Friends and they are devoured. At times the bait seems tempting, though I've learned to see the strings attached. I slink past loose canons and abandoned ships that litter the rocky floor. Even chests of treasure fail to catch my eye in listless sojourn. At night I sleep with eyes open, dreaming of the warm, crystal waters that lie just upstream. |