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Nov 2018
Year after year the ocean tides shaped me,

moving me from side to side on my timely journey

Decade after decade I never saw the sun,

wandering the ocean floor waiting to be found

Century after century I finally reached the shore

sitting on the beach I saw a world, never seen before

Basking in the sun all I wanted was to see more

then the hand of a kid picked me up and threw me back to the ocean floor
Loser
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Loser  23/M/My room
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