The Great Swimmer

At this time of year I realize that I’m not a good swimmer.
Allowing myself to be carried by the current is supposedly easy, but it hurts my skin.
Now, all I wanna do is stop following the stream and stay on my own.
I’ll not give a damn about the heavy river behind, I have my small pipeline.
It may hurts a bit, but that makes me “me”.

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