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What I see
As I look into the blue ocean I see a soul trapped begging to get out.
As I listen to the salty wind I can't make out a word
The wind makes no sense it's all a blur of words put together, It repeats over and over again.
With the sand pulled back like a blanket trying to hide its flaws, to cover up who it is.
It does this every night maybe even for the rest of its life
People try to talk to the ocean, but they get no answer
The ocean stays calm until woken into a storm.
They say run from the storm but it wants to be understood to insantanty
