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Jan 2019
The tide has crashed
over my head—

I had my back turned,
I thought I was safe
but I was wrong.

I’m drowning,
unsure of which way is up.

Everything is hitting me
all at once.

I was fine an hour ago.
I was fine.
I was.

But the tide doesn’t care.
Written by
Sky  21/F/that mystical place...
(21/F/that mystical place...)   
   Lorrin, Crow and Weeping willow
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