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I cry to the ocean

to assist me,

to help me

pick up my shatters.

I turn to the sky

And mutter with a sigh

how insane my day

was.

I do all this to them

but not to you when

I fear you would call

me insane

and tell me it's all in my head.

'You are fine' you retort

With so much confidence.

But can I say something-

I'm tired of getting lost in this line,

"oh but dear, you look so fine",

I just want someone to entwine,

their reassuring fingers in mine,

to caress my palm,

just watching me create a mess,

to watch me stay calm,

with my baggage of stress.

Not all flowers

are as fine

as they look.