this drowning marks the final time, that I will feel the surface
this is, perhaps, no great tragedy
I never felt at home there
so, if I was a lung, I was a lung poorly chosen
but I cannot blame the whale, for giving me a chance
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when I was 16 years old, I was swallowed by a whale
I am older now, and the whale, of which I am now a part
has sung its final song
this is, perhaps, no great tragedy
because it was never much good at singing. I can admit that now
The Fall by Jana H.S., page 5