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A lone wooden boat floating out in the sea The waves crashing down from every side Nothing to lose, there is no more of me From the onslaught of water I've nowhere to hide Finding a harbor, the ultimate dream It never was meant for this one to pass Flashes of the end I can already gleam By the elements beaten, nature's hard to surpass Raging against the current with one final try Beaten back yet again by the winds of despair Accepting my fate, getting ready to die Wondering in my mind if fate could be repaired Final thoughts spared for those still on the sea The dark abyss opens with jaws of cold steel Living to consume noise means nothing to me Everything was transient, nothing was real
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
Sinking Hope
A lone wooden boat floating out in the sea The waves crashing down from every side Nothing to lose, there is no more of me From the onslaught of water I've nowhere to hide Finding a harbor, the ultimate dream It never was meant for this one to pass Flashes of the end I can already gleam By the elements beaten, nature's hard to surpass Raging against the current with one final try Beaten back yet again by the winds of despair Accepting my fate, getting ready to die Wondering in my mind if fate could be repaired Final thoughts spared for those still on the sea The dark abyss opens with jaws of cold steel Living to consume noise means nothing to me Everything was transient, nothing was real
Pyrhos
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Jul 18, 2018
Jul 18, 2018 at 2:54 PM UTC
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