Waves

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My mind is like the crashing waves,

Sometimes drawn in,

Where i am present.

only within touching distance,

I may be cold at first touch,

The more you stand with me,

The more warmth you feel.

No longer cold you see the beauty,

They begin to see everything about you.

Soon enough the waves draw out,

Distancing away from land and people.

No longer wanting to stick around,

The sea is rough, So is my mind,

And all i can feel is coldness inside.

All the warmth has went away,

As i isolate myself away.

With time i draw back in,

And let you see my world within.

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