Lion Heart. sadness is like a blanket, it is what it is not, it can be contorted in various ways, tangled in a sort, coming and going like waves, washing away memories that lay strewn ashore, sweeping them aways to underwater caves, to the mermaids and sea witches. struggling to see the light, for they shall only get small doses, teaspoons of what they once were. as the try to escape, slowly bubbling away on the shore, ending their lives as sea foam, and nothing more.
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