We find ourselves tethered to the weight of the past. Feelings we thought lost beneath the sea; those unforeseen anchors that hold us against the flow of time.

If those anchors remain then the heft of yesterday will pull us toward those murky depths. The currents crashing on our sanity. Forcing us to drown beneath our sorrows.

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