I'm disappearing again,
This time it's worse,
The waves come faster this time,
Like a storm not ready to be spent,
I cling to any solid form I can find,
But there isn't much substance left behind to grasp,
Everything collapsed until I'm left grasping at decay,
But as the waves rush through me with impatience,
I can't help but want them to take me,
To drag me in,
To drag me down.
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