You wonder if it’s just the tough shell
And I hide somewhere within its patterned whirl
Practicing that arcane art ocean taught me,
The alchemy of hurt- turning pain into pearl.
I wonder when it is going to stop.
My senses have been overwhelmed surreal.
Those distraught neurons are hoping, someday
They would give grief a decent burial.
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