Ship

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Like a ship sailed away from its dock,

Off shore,

Miles away.

Something let behind where my footsteps lay,

I don't what was there.

But was suddenly gone.

With vacations starting,

Everything remained at my home.

Feelings,

Friends,

A break.

Excitement.

But you still stuck with me,

Still causing problems.

"This vacation is a stress reliever!" You say.

Yet you call my stress,

So hand me the oar.

And let me sail away from you.

Because freedom is all I crave.

Getting away completely,

Thats a stress reliever.

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