Stranded in the World of the Living
I can't remember the last time I felt the warmth of the Sun on my face. These new lights haunt me, these evenings I dread.
The sound of a familiar language fills my ears as the waves crash, almost peaceful.
The chaotic ebb and flow pulls my mind in every direction. Am I lost?
I can feel these haunting lights reaching out to me with loving embrace.

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