I once thought, you had found me, from the Sea of Long Ago. I thought you could bring me back. Breath life back into, my desperately aching lungs. I thought you were God, I thought you were humble. I thought you were my life, my saviour. But you grabbed the decoy, the dummy, the shell. You left me floating out at sea. I wanted to scream, I wanted to holler. But it would have done no good, for you were already sure, that you had me in your arms.
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