Have you ever been to the beach? It comes like waves. Everything seems calm at first, and the water starts to retreat from the sands. You think you're getting better, but then it all crashes at once. And you're falling, falling, falling so far, so fast. And you don't know of you're ever going to get back up again. But you do eventually. You stand up every time, because you still have hope, and you still think that somehow, you can calm the sea. That's the thing about waves. You can't control them. And they don't stop. It's torture. And I don't have a good enough reason to snap out of it.
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PoetryThis is a collection of some of my old poems, short stories, and other writing that I created a few years ago, while I was going through a really rough patch in my life. I wanted to publish it back then, but this is the best that I can do for now. E...
