Summer
I've strolled the boardwalk in hopes of taming the beast countless times.
When the phone betrayed me, the ocean was a friend like no other.
Crushing my hate on the grains of sand on a balmy August night without second thought.
Self doubt, disbelief, and time unlimited will torture in ways unimaginable.
Fear is heavy to the man who runs out of patience.
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