la vie est un frigo sous la mer.
we are all trapped under
our problems,
they are bigger
than the ocean is wide.
i can't see anything clearly anymore.
our lives are too
small for problems
like this to matter this much.
i know they don't
matter to you.
but this ocean-
i'm going to swim it.
you are already trapped.
it's every man for himself
though, isn't it.
that's what you told me,
the last time we spoke.
it was so long ago.
so, every man for himself,
i'm taking care of myself,
i'm leaving you behind.
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