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The Sea

Sometimes I want to step off the shore
To gain some semblance of control
Into the water, for some closure
Dragged slowly, I feel the pull
My feet are stuck in the sand
The waves draw nearer
Overtaking the land
There's nothing to fear, here
It happens to all of us
The ones still here fight it
Futile efforts in that sea of chaos
We all bite it.




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