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Rushing and rolling
Like high tide
Drowning out the chatter
Until it's useless, inaudible
Sounds with no meaning
And above that
Is thunder and lightning
Rumbling and Rocking
The boat tilting
A feeble ship
They call "my mind"

A/N:

Really sorry if this didn't make any sense.

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