Sometimes these bad thoughts trickle in,
Rippling behind my eyes.
A stream that swells into a flood
And pulls me like the tide.
Drifting in the dark expanse,Losing sense of time.
I reach for home, obscured by foam,
And my treacherous riptide mind.
Rippling behind my eyes.
A stream that swells into a flood
And pulls me like the tide.
Drifting in the dark expanse,Losing sense of time.
I reach for home, obscured by foam,
And my treacherous riptide mind.
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