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it comes in waves


it comes in waves and i don’t know how to swim and i forgot my bathing suit

but it’s okay because

i’m moving my legs anyway

im learning to swim anyway

i’ll go some day but not today

not today

today lets just sit on my bed

i’m alone now they’re gone or asleep

and this is the second time today i’m the only one in the house who’s awake

and i’m sitting cross legged on my floor

and it’s the safest i’ve ever felt outside of your arms

so i’m grabbing my sleeves and i’m pulling them down over my fingers

and around my head and onto the floor

ill let it consume me

id sleep in this sweater if i could

so i do

and it’s coming in waves

but i don’t know how to swim

so i’m learning

 
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