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Feb 18
When the tides are low,
I find myself walking further out.

I feel hopeless,
nothing seems to make sense.

My guide has lost his map,
I feel stranded, blinded by every direction.

I could sit still all day thinking about what to do next,
but as I saw the tide quickly rise,
I didn't move.

My head damp with sorrow, and body numbing with pain, I let out a sigh.

The water brushed against my face,
and your hand pulled me up.

Gazing into your crystal brown eyes, you told me,
"I will never let you drown".
When I am at my all time low I feel hopeless and unable to be me, but there is always one person who catches you before you drown.
Ollie
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Ollie  M
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