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The Sea Treading water in a sea of apathy as waves of disillusionment wash over me I swallow and then cough, choking the salt water seeping back over my lips as I float, alone, in the coldness Tears slide silently down my face the pitter-patter of the droplets hitting the water echoes in this darkest night growing louder, stronger a strange beat that saddens my soul I feel heavier and weaker as if I am slowly sinking into the peacefulness of a sleep without nightmares without needing an anchor or a lighthouse to lead me home Unable to cry out for help, for no one would hear reaching into my depths for my hidden reserve of strength and hope and self-love to combat the chemical imbalance that shoved me off the docks A sea that has swept me far from shore possessing me attempting to lull me with its waves breaking me down slowly like a castle in the sand I know I cannot swim but I can float breathing deeply to regain some semblance of myself I find new energy Not lost at sea just hindered temporarily I can conquer this I will not relinquish my grip on me |
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