| The Ocean Waves of exhaustion pull at me, and I want to fall in with the tide, but I have to walk so far, I have to keep moving in to feel the pressure take over and tug me under. Ties of survival want to take me back out, but I kill them with my eyes, and I smash them with my words. I can't hear anything but the roar of the water, and it has such a pleasant roar. It covers over the nasty shouts, the horrible phrases said. It covers the water I create with my sadness, it covers the pleas I make to the safety ropes. I keep going under, I keep moving in. The water surrounds me, and it comforts me with its overwhelming force, its sense of pride and strength. I can't resist, I ride it with my fear hushed. I let the water carry me, I follow it in and out and in and out, but mostly down. |
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