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Waters edge.

I have to ask, when troubles arise and somehow they fix themselves and everything seem's for the most part okay, but then the troubles arise again but this time the conflict isn't your fight but somehow your the causality, is it right to question all that was before, even before the fight ?


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My simple life shaken to its core, the ever changing current has washed me out to sea.
I'm slowly staying afloat but I don't know how, the time gone by I cant recall for time is nothing but a passing moment made up of lie's.

Sitting in the wide ocean I've come to think about all that was said before we took off, simple words even those close wouldn't say, salt to the wounds for they are deeper then you may have thought. 
Its hard to sit here and pretend I can swim, I'm mealy floating because of those around me, those who are holding out for hope, I have to pretend to survive.
My waiting game will take months. 

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Simple days are neither here nor there, their a thing of the past. 
I can only hope that the current and the tide brings me back to shore with such a cleared view of the future for my current situation is too daunting to hold on to. 
She sang of hope, hope that we return to what once was, yet my wounds sting for the words spoken are hard to forget.

Take me back to simpler days old friend.

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