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Everything comes in waves, No matter what time of day. High tide, low tides, all the same. Used to the pounding in my head like a tidal wave, I drown in the sound of it. I can't stop the madness that's surrounding it. It's so hard to explain. I swim and fight the current but it keeps pulling me under. I'll continue to drown until the waves calm down and I can breathe again.
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
Wave after wave
Everything comes in waves, No matter what time of day. High tide, low tides, all the same. Used to the pounding in my head like a tidal wave, I drown in the sound of it. I can't stop the madness that's surrounding it. It's so hard to explain. I swim and fight the current but it keeps pulling me under. I'll continue to drown until the waves calm down and I can breathe again.
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Jan 22, 2017
Jan 22, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC
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