Lately, I cannot seem to stop thinking, my mind won’t shut up. Questioning everything. It has led me to a
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I washed upon the shore of a crude oil beach. The fellow landmines were listening to me cautiously. I carefully picked myself up of the soily sand, and washed my beloved seashells away. My hair was starting to turn gray. And I laughed miserably at the state I was in.
some things will never wash away… would you go back?
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