Time does fade into the fog of the past. And here I sit up this pier awaiting my sailor. As day turns to dusk and dusk to night, what better way to wait than to sing my siren song. Listen closely as the sea and stars came as one, allow yourself to be drunk upon the salty air...and watch as these stories come to life.
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SwishyMermaid
Jun 22, 2026 12:37AM
Wow it's been so long since I have used Wattpad. Almost 8 years it seems. I thought a lot about whether to come back and use this space again for writing. But I do feel like it's kind of nostalgic...View all Conversations
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