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Why do I feel like I’m in a living hell Disguised an covered with pretty apple An cherry trees that don’t blossom Well at the hands of A Salty breeze The beautiful glistening sea At The bottom of my garden As I lay in my bed Peeping through the curtain a dream come true most sought after street the pebbles the sand across our southern English land 20 miles on a boat to France I clench my hand pull up my crinkled sheets Tight to my cheek the other Side A face plant frown Cups on the side to lazy to take down Clothes in piles, toys all around chaotic as my mind A reflection of me Am I lazy or just crazy Maybe both Where have you gone lost in your dream Lost out to sea Lost in days, months Years they blend The Salty breeze the cherry tree withered away similar are we We couldn’t blossom We couldn’t survive here As beautiful this sight it maybe where I lay my head crippled with guilt every night Turn the pillow over The Frown turned around A new moulded smile Just be happy what is wrong with you How many people would love to be In your Shoes. Would they though, someone worth their Salt I don’t think so. No matter how hard I fight I cannot Win against the ocean that gave me life
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May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:40 AM UTC
Ocean smiles
Why do I feel like I’m in a living hell Disguised an covered with pretty apple An cherry trees that don’t blossom Well at the hands of A Salty breeze The beautiful glistening sea At The bottom of my garden As I lay in my bed Peeping through the curtain a dream come true most sought after street the pebbles the sand across our southern English land 20 miles on a boat to France I clench my hand pull up my crinkled sheets Tight to my cheek the other Side A face plant frown Cups on the side to lazy to take down Clothes in piles, toys all around chaotic as my mind A reflection of me Am I lazy or just crazy Maybe both Where have you gone lost in your dream Lost out to sea Lost in days, months Years they blend The Salty breeze the cherry tree withered away similar are we We couldn’t blossom We couldn’t survive here As beautiful this sight it maybe where I lay my head crippled with guilt every night Turn the pillow over The Frown turned around A new moulded smile Just be happy what is wrong with you How many people would love to be In your Shoes. Would they though, someone worth their Salt I don’t think so. No matter how hard I fight I cannot Win against the ocean that gave me life
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May 21
May 21, 2026 at 10:40 AM UTC
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