Oh my god I see how everything is torn in the river deep
And I don't know why I go the way
Down by the riverside
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I sat on the cold grass with Ocean beside me,
looking at the moon and sighing every once in a while.
We were down at the river again and i walked over to where the water was, i knelt down and saw a pocket watch stuck in between two rocks in the corner.
Picking it up and turning it over in my hands. It had rust all over and obviously had stopped working, absolutely torn and ruined by the fast flowing water.
That was me, the pocket watch.
It was me and the river was the self-caused sadness.
It's hard waves crashing down on me and I got stuck and now i'm ruined.
I'm tainted with blood and sadness and i will never be as good as new again.
I had been warned about this internal sadness but i still chose to get ruined by depression and i don't know why but I still chose to go down this path of self destruction and sadness and self hatred and i can't stop walking because i'm surrounded by darkness and thick trees and i dont know my way out.
As i am thinking, ocean is still sitting there with a concerned look in her eyes and i can tell she wants to ask what i'm thinking about but she doesn't.
Instead, she smiles at me and i smile back and my heart clenches at her beauty and my ribs feel as if they could turn to dust.
She rests her head on my shoulder and we talk about travelling the world and trying new flavours of tea and she tells me she wants to learn to play the guitar and i smile and promise her that i'll teach her any time she wants and i feel her smile against my shoulder blade whilst she tries to intertwine our fingers together.
Soon enough, she falls asleep and i let my lips linger over her cold forehead and before i have time to think, it's morning again.
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i didn't sleep all night why is keaton henson such a great person im crying
