I

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in the ocean

my hope was the ship

and my anger was the sea

and the storm is my rage that was bottled up inside of me

and there was a hole in my ship

and there was no way to find where

alone in my ship

that i could not repair

you see the hole was doubt

my doubt

and there was no way out

because i was the ship

and i was the sea

and i was storm

and was the damage

i was the thing that was causing my problems

there was no difference between the ship and the sea

because everything was me

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