I'm a writer of few words who is really trying to make sense here.
the calm of the sea
often reminds me
of the storm your eyes
had once stirred up,
seeking answers to my pain
although it slightly wrecked
my heavily-guarded shores,
little did you know
that I'd seek shelter
in shutting my eyes
Why am I always surrounded by people who yap like the world is ending in the next second and are always high on life? I'm not averse to ...
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