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The Ocean

I walk to ocean's edge


Afraid, feeling I am on a tight-rope.


I do not want to fall, I do not want to


Let the ocean fill me up


And take me under


Keep me prisoner.




The dead of winter


I walk barefoot


Leaving my temporary mark


On the world.



The coldness


I don't feel it


The loneliness


Isn't there.




Me and the ocean


Apart from the world


Me and the ocean


Scared and afraid.






But me and the ocean


Are courageous and bright



We are not scared


We are not afraid.



But no one will


Ever know


Who we truly are


Inside.



Me and the ocean


No one



Will ever


Know.





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