The Ocean
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The sound of the Ocean keep coming back to me, I hear the roar of the waters crashing unforgiving cold waves. And stick my messed up toes in the cold, dry, sand and breathe out all the shit, I constantly keep with in, where somewhere there brings the promise of potential peace, and then we can all surrender.
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