Trapped under this rock
I haven’t seen light for days
My body is slimy and wet
In an eternal state of haze
Cozy and fit for me
I live for the deep blue sea
This rock hard shell
My own moving prison cell
Concealed
Trapped under this rock
I haven’t seen light for days
My body is slimy and wet
In an eternal state of haze
Cozy and fit for me
I live for the deep blue sea
This rock hard shell
My own moving prison cell
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That’s a good take on the topic!