sad hours

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my feet are sinking into sand and with every step some gets kicked behind me.
to my left is black,
the ocean and sky are a dark charcoal color, the only brightness is the reflection in the water from the moon's glow.
the void is ever tempting, always taunting me.
it wants me to walk towards it, each step bringing me further and further in, another inch of black water pulling at my leg.
waves grow and grow and consume me, throwing me to the sand as the fish watch me tumble,
i long to be as peaceful as them.

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