To Live Here in Fear
I am standing on this pallid stretch of sand. The ocean breeze gently caresses my skin as I watch the horizon yield to the darkness with a sullen palette of yellow and orange. Desperation slowly suffocates, knowing that all that stands between here and somewhere, anywhere else is this dull, lifeless sea. I shutter during these quiet moments. It is the unyielding fear that keeps me locked to these desolate beaches, knowing full well that there is life out there among blackness. But the fear of the end is what ensures the ultimate death - to live here in fear.
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