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Toying With Depression
I am playing games with my deep crimson sea, floating on the surface, flipping off the dock, splashing my feet against the liquid. As the ocean drools, it gets larger, taking me a little further down. Subtle, but fact. **Oh dear I seem to have lost my bracelet** I watch it descend and long to go after it, to discover and explore more sunken ships lost in the depths, to solve the devastating mystery of the past, to test the waves one more time.

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this is beautiful. haunting,
1 year () (Permalink)this is beautiful. haunting, yet beautiful.
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