The Racing Thoughts Of The Ocean

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The ocean grabbed a hold of my leg,
Holding tight,
Never wanting to let go.
But, it was the middle of the night,
And I am too tired to be beholding this
Depressing sight.

The ocean was desperate.
No, I told her.
I must go.
I cannot stay with you.

I know it is scary.
I know that feeling all too well.
But it cannot make the same mistake as me,
For she needs to be free.

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