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sirens.


I watch them throw her overboard, 

Even thought she cut her hair

She though away her femine quatiles to pertend to be one of them

But they still tease with there swords. 

Like they did to me. 

 

She will plumet to the water

She will scream and the sea will fill her lungs

I will come and fill them with life. 

She will live agian, but underwater, like me.

 

She will get a tail and scales, like me. 

She will be able to breath 

And see in the sea.

Her and my sisters will be alive 

Thanks to me. 

 

I was thrown, and I died 

But thanks to some god, i was reborn. 

I grew a tail and scalews. When they saw me they cried. 

 

But they still throw girls overborad. 

 

So I made those girls like me. 

We swim to the islands 

and comple them with out voice. 

So they fall and have there lungs feeled with the sea. 

 

So they know how it feels, to be like me.

 
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