Sometimes, what's wrong blooms
and it doesn't stop-
Sometimes the pain persists
and you can't get away,
and all you can do
is let it wash you over,
get pulled in again and again,
break on the waves like water,
shouldering the ground with every turn,
and again, and again,
and again, and again,
and again,
until you don't know why your heart won't stop
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