The sea, it harbors many creations of time. Very few know what lurks beneath the shallow waves. I've found peace in knowing that I too, like many others, will succumb to the sea. Forever sound asleep in the deep blue vortex, drifting me out to the next Tomorrow. The salty air breezes by, the fresh scent traveling oh so far. I wonder who else knows what it harbors, someone who is prepared to go to Tomorrow.
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When The Ocean Overflows [In Progress]
Short StoryEmotions can effect everyone in one way or another in some compasity, especially those who suffer the worst of the world's accidents. Just like the suffocating deep blue of the sea, depression drowns you in the numbness of worthlessness and self-pit...
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