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If the tides stopped

If the tides stopped,
I’d etch my name into the sand until I run out of room.

I’d dig at the sand until my skin was red and raw just for the chance that someone,
someday,
will know I was here.

I was here when the tides stopped.

If the tides stopped, I’d draw in the sand.

As I would watch the sun set over the still waters the weight of my actions would set in.

I’ll drag mounds of sand around trying to repair the broken shore.

Tears will fall down my cheeks as I sob for what I’ve destroyed with my bare hands.

I wish I was never here when the tides stopped.

If the tides stopped, I’d weep into the scarred ground.

Soon after, the tides will start again.
The oceans waves will level the ground once more, the untouched surface of the beach will be just as it was before I was here.

I’ll look over the sand and see a world where no one will know I was here.

I was here once.

If the tides stopped, I am still nothing.
Written by Nixprty
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When you’re just a blip in time, but you also vibe?
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