The seashell in my hand...

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I wish I lived by the sea,
I could walk barefoot on the sand,
I could sit on a rock,
Alone with my thoughts,

With no one else to see,
The seashell in my hand.
To keep away voices that mock,
A silence dearly bought.

Alas, I live in a city
I can't find peace in this land,
Only in my head can I block
The monsters I've caught.

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