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Jan 2017
Everything comes in waves,
No matter what time of day.
High tide, low tides, all the same. Used to the pounding in my head like a tidal wave,
I drown in the sound of it.
I can't stop the madness that's surrounding it.
It's so hard to explain.
I swim and fight the current but it keeps pulling me under.
I'll continue to drown until the waves calm down and I can breathe again.
Brea Bishop
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Brea Bishop  Georgia
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