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shewritesabit
shewritesabitI have no idea what I’m doing
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I don’t really know how I feel about this one.
A metaphor for depression, I guess.

Waves

The water washes over my body, spraying against my clinging clothes.

I close my eyes and cover my mouth, but still, the relenting waves of sadness find some way to seep through.

They flood my body, salt water filling every nook and crevice.

The waves are now viciously barreling their way towards me, and I get slowly sucked in.

No, I won’t let it, I think.

I fight desperately to escape the terrifying and relentless ocean, my arms swinging, legs kicking, screaming at the top of my lungs....

But slowly, I get pulled in and crash to the ground, like an abandoned ship.

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