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I am the waves. I can be loud, I can be quiet. Some like my presence while I’m a nuisance to others. I cause pain, or happiness. It’s black and white, one or the other and no in between. I’m everywhere..so common, so normal, that I become nothing but a view. Or, in extreme cases, an escape. But nothing more than something material. So you wonder, and ask, why I’ve given up on myself.
I respond by asking you why you did it first.