Tired ):
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Staring into the mirror at the waves that crash upon my face.
Washing the dirt to make me feel mature.
The moon is to close and the tidal waves are on high.
Sometimes me and the moon get into a fight and the waves never seem to excite .
Drowning my toes in the sand.
Cause I need a cover for my plans.
This poem is a joke and im to depressed to complete .
I come in.terms with all of my defeats
