The waves crash soft against my skin,
a fleeting touch, they pull me in.
I breathe, I smile, let them fade,
knowing I won’t break today.
A static haze fills up my sight,
warping wrong and making right.
Maybe if I stay and stare,
I’ll lose the weight of old despair.
Time moves slow, or maybe fast,
memories blur, they never last.
Plans fell through, I lost my way,
but maybe I was meant to stray.
Show me life beyond this view,
where I can start and see it new.
No looking back, no last regret,
just one more chance I won’t forget.
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