I can't believe this world is stranger than I thought.
It is not wet but I feel cold at times.
From where I came from, I lived in a wet environment but I never shivered.
I hardly made any noise in my wet world except for my usual hiccups
Now, I wail at the top of my voice because I feel uncomfortable.
And a strange hand will lift me up without seeking my persmission.
The sounds I hear no longer beat in rhythm like before
It is what I now call noise.
Voices of different pitch and some can be really loud.
Once awhile I get a treat to return to the water
But it never lasts longer than three minutes
And I always wonder why not
Now I cry when I get hungry and I'll be fed milk
It never was like that and the mouth will need to open to stay full
If only I could taste lasagne soon again
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