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Lost on a rickety float amidst a sea of friends and strangers alike, battered constant, time loses meaning. All that exists - the crashing of waves. On we float and bob and sink and consider ourselves lucky just for not having drowned in the crashing of waves. We are stuck treading alone, having no one - yet everyone to hold onto through The crashing of waves has corroded my mind filling the crooks and crevices of a once pure life - So I drown, finally under the crashing of waves.
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Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
Something of Me (and maybe You)
Lost on a rickety float amidst a sea of friends and strangers alike, battered constant, time loses meaning. All that exists - the crashing of waves. On we float and bob and sink and consider ourselves lucky just for not having drowned in the crashing of waves. We are stuck treading alone, having no one - yet everyone to hold onto through The crashing of waves has corroded my mind filling the crooks and crevices of a once pure life - So I drown, finally under the crashing of waves.
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GeorgeStark
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Nov 3, 2016
Nov 3, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
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