Larger than the ocean

I am more than tired of the things that I have become

 

My body is a hollow template being filled with concrete

My eyes are empty swimming pools

My mind is the changing of the seasons

And my hands are turned inside out

 

At night I cry for my own demise

Because when I can’t be larger than the ocean

I wish to be nothing at all

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