ame sentinelle, murmurons

my lame-ass poetry.
mostly I talk about the ocean and depression.
I write for myself even if it's selfish.
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Forward
Backward

the nightmares grow worse

if that’s what it’s called

when a feeling so strong

attacks

won’t leave

every time you close your eyes

if it wins when you fight

if now,

with eyes open

the feeling still lingers

and won’t be fought off