Shore
Water sways over my feet.
It feels lovely.
The water is a fluid
And so is my heart.
It can adapt to anything,
..almost anything.
Sometimes it's solid cold and hard.
Sometimes it evaporates.
I love you.
I hate you.
I forgot you existed.
The water feels cold.
Like myself.
I'm sorry.
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Stress Reliever Stories/Poems (Or just for fun)
Poesíathis is where I type in poems/stories to relive stress/dread/other pressuring feelings. Trigger Warning!: Topics such as trauma, self-harm, disease, etc will be discussed (but not all stories will be like this)
