The ocean in its depths cannot hold me
cannot chain me cannot bind me or tie me.
I float. I rise. I am the swelling tide.
I leap upon the shore,
glad in the sun and melt
I am foam, nothing more.
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Mostly these things are supposed to be short amusingly depressing musings. They aren't, and will never be, good. You will be happier when you stop hoping for anything better.
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