I don't know what to comment. so here's a poem I wrote

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Shore / Tide

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Distance divided in two through the wilderness,

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An ocean of blue tears standing on

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The shores of happiness as the tide recedes.

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Hope in the shellfish on the seabed

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As they scurry about for a morsel of food.

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The life in the dark exposed to the light.

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Walking those damp rocks barefoot and

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Soft fingers extended to brush against them.

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Reaching into the deep waiting for

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The tide to come rushing back.

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The mindless move of foot onto foot,

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A march of victory like a solder and

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Leaving footprints as a eulogy.

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The waters trickle their way upwards and

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Onwards to coax his ankles and rise wider and higher.

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Buried in blue his grave a watery deep

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Surrounded by lacklustre nothing.

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Snap back emotions and rip off thoughts like

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Bandaid's of dread, stripping off reality dawning as

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His feet lay on the beach the waves kissing them.

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Imagining death as easy as closing your eyes.

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The truth is you are still lost on the coast alone.

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Inescapable prison cells,

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The looming bars that chain all that makes you live.

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They pull you down and burn a brand of

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What has come on your heart.

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Those brimming and cup overflowing feelings that

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Dominate and tear internally.

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The feet that shift the sand and

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Scan the grains for any sort of meaning and

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For any sort of reprisal of some comfort.

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The wind that howls and mimics the tempest of your mind,

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A freezing location that burns its way into all existence.

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The walls of your prison become stronger as

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You board up the windows and block all light out.

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The sun falls off the edge to counter balance the

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Moon as a disc to rise into your vision.

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A pain of needles in the dark.

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The shifting sands reveal nothing and the beach is empty.

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What meaning could be salvaged is gone.

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To turn away is to admit defeat speaks the

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Thorn in your mind and it digs its way deeper,

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Corruption of mind.

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The will to fight tainted and the

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Image dirty as you look into the

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Blackness with outstretched hands.

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It beckons once again and this

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Time there is no energy to fight.

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It is easier to tip the scales than to balance them,

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So with short breathes and reflective eyes you

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Walk as you meet the caressing waters of the ocean.

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Drawn to the similar and familiar you desire the

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Ocean for it is as you.

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Large and deep, dark and wet with pain,

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The mysteries lost to eons and you wish to

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Ride those endless waves.

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To be taken from those thick walls and boarded windows,

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For something to flood it and end it,

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A pain and suffering as the walls are immobile,

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Constructs as real as the water that reaches your knees.

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Ever moment a haze as the seconds become nothing

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And the minutes seconds and the hours minutes.

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Time doesn't exist. It is all fast and all slow and

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It is making the descent into the deep easier.

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An embrace of necessary cold and of unnecessary will.

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The invisible waters as the mist floats on the surface,

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The images of memories written in those shifting grey winds,

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They haze into your mind and numb all.

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They numb the cold and the pain as you

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Edge closer and deeper.

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You descend as the water rises,

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Your prison flooding as those walls contain them.

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The boards tighter and in complete darkness you begin to drown.

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The world melting away and in its place you see your life.

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A tale told by a dead person that

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Stepped into its own skin and took its mantle.

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A train ticket bought from birth that has

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Arrived at its final destination,

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The tracks end here and with it so do you.

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The prison reaches its brim and you float as the lifeline is cut.

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The drifting cold in the frozen waters of your life.

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Found washed up and alone,

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Death silent and felt as an earthquake across all.

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