The sands of time whispering through my fingertips.
A heart being crammed through a paper shredder.
Heavy eyelids that refuse to completely drain their tear basins.
I feel lost.
I need someone, anyone, to help me find my way back home.
Follow the saltwater trail, through the woods, to the house made of candy,
where I'm being eaten alive, and bring me home.
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