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May 2014
My eyes are waves of the ocean;
my moods are just as inconsistent.
I peak and I crash, sober minded
and lost being pulled beneath the tides.
I drown in my own depths,
too far under to be saved.
Clear headed for only seconds before I lose myself to thought.
Hope is far gone before I wash up on shore.
Left cold, withered with broken bones,
and no one even knows.
nominal
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nominal  23/F
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