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Nov 2013
Ah, my friend
I've found you again
Drowning in the grey abyss of your own creation
The dark sea of worry that seems to swallow you every morning
The tide rises on the shore of our small island that will be dissolved by the hostile and thrashing waves of an angry ocean soon
You will drown and I will drown
Because your perception of the world is not as sound as some as some may have it.
Written by
Zoe
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