High Tide.

What if I never let you win?

You, the tide above my sand, begging to erase my footprints, trying to pull me out to sea, just to wash me back to the shore. Please, keep your uncertainty, and I’ll keep mine.

I’ll never tell how close you came. And I will let go of the life I could have had and let myself drown out at sea.

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