Driftwood
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Shaun Cronick
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Lost.
Aimless.
Alone.
Floating.
Wandering.
Wherever the winds and oceans usher me.
Rising and falling on every wave's ebb and current's pull.
Once part of something larger.
Now shattered.
Voiceless.
Emotionless.
Dead.
A splinter of life's flotsam.
Driftwood.
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