rrraksamam
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omnes spes demortae sunt

Nothing made me feel more insignificant than the day that
you left me.

I understood then that the waves of pain would drown me, but 
there was no lifeboat.

I had to learn to swim on the deep end, again.

Love had made me weak.

I had to learn to be strong again.
On my own.

I'm still floating.

Some days I pretend I'm a corpse.
But the ocean still won't pull me in.

Others, I exhaust myself trying to stay afloat.
And I wish my life boat was still here.
But you aren't.

In all the chaos, I ask myself, is this even worth fighting
for?
If I was numb enough to sink, would it be better?

But for now, I'm at the mercy of the ocean.