What was it about last week?
The Beach.
Loud, and Peaceful, and Crowded, and Calming.
Now I have to face life again.
Now I have to step forward again.
Now I have to regress into what I was,
not turn into what I want to become.
The world doesn't seem to care.
Neither do I, for that matter.
Maybe this year it will be easier,
although that's doubtful.
Can I be anymore relaxed?

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