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you’ve heard the saying, “when it rains, it pours,” but you never hear how the storm ends, or if it ever does. you never hear that for some, the puddle doesn’t drain, but accumulates to be greater than even the widest oceans. you never hear that what once was a small wave kept pushing and pulling, grew into high tides, and never stopped washing away the joys of yesterday.
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC
high tides
you’ve heard the saying, “when it rains, it pours,” but you never hear how the storm ends, or if it ever does. you never hear that for some, the puddle doesn’t drain, but accumulates to be greater than even the widest oceans. you never hear that what once was a small wave kept pushing and pulling, grew into high tides, and never stopped washing away the joys of yesterday.
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17/F/Mississippi
Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 7:06 PM UTC
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