The tides are rolling in, ebbing and flowing on the shores of my brain, taking away bits and pieces of my sanity with its foam, leaving bits of dirtied, disorganized notions on the sands.
Praying for a bottle holding a note, something that means something more than these perpetual waves crashing upon my shores.
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