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Beach Recovery

It feels like things are falling apart
I can't control it
And it's tearing me apart
Here I stand again at the edge of this moving glass
Looking down at my feet covered in sand
Wondering what it would be like to just dive in
And forget about my worries
To feel the unevenly timed waves crash over me again and again
But here I stand taking it all in
The sun high in the sky and the air softly salty
Hoping at least to forget for a day
I look back down again to see my feet washed clean





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