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There's something about sea salt and brine and the way it sits behind your eyes.
Bright and blue and full of sorrow.
I know they only romanticize your pain; as if it's some great achievement.
They say they want to hurt like you, not out of ignorance.
Only because they don't want to hurt the way they already do.
The salt it stings and the foam dyes you blue.
But for them it's soft and soothes their burned to hurt the way you do.