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Gasping
Gasping for air
Reaching for hands that are out of reach.
Tumbling in the tides of the island of undesirables.
I try to swim away from my fate.
Though, the hands of time are cruel to dreamers, and -
I'm dragged back into the surf.
Is anyone out there?
Anyone to hear my plea?
My will was strong, but like a rock, who's been beaten -
by the surf, I'm slowly crumbling.
My...
Monday 10th December 2018 1:23 am
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