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Safety
She's laying in the damp sand
The water, blue and sparkly, is rushing up almost touching her little painted toe nails.
She is afraid of the water.
She hears about big sea monsters and poison things that could hurt her.
She is afraid that she wont be able to stay above the water.
She does not trust herself, her body, her soul.
She has always wanted out. Maybe this is how.
Maybe if she could just sneak out of her "fathers" sight. Maybe she could just slip into the water.
Even though it scared her.
She could suck it up. She knows how to take pain.
She could just find one of those poison things, or the big sea monsters.
And then the nightmare would be over, right?
It would be all over.
She would be safe again.
Safe.
The water, blue and sparkly, is rushing up almost touching her little painted toe nails.
She is afraid of the water.
She hears about big sea monsters and poison things that could hurt her.
She is afraid that she wont be able to stay above the water.
She does not trust herself, her body, her soul.
She has always wanted out. Maybe this is how.
Maybe if she could just sneak out of her "fathers" sight. Maybe she could just slip into the water.
Even though it scared her.
She could suck it up. She knows how to take pain.
She could just find one of those poison things, or the big sea monsters.
And then the nightmare would be over, right?
It would be all over.
She would be safe again.
Safe.
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