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These soft, comforting sheets, they are my skin, my outward piece, nothing feels like it ever did. These buttons are fastening, these stiches are tight. The life of a stuffed bear is a tough one!
Oh, the lonely beach by the sea. The cottage that abides by it's earthly rules. The people that worship it like a god. The seagulls that feast for its gifts. Nay, I shall not visit one of these anytime soon. Only in my dreams, shall I do such a thing.
I know these entities to be held by the teenage folk of our kind as a sort of place to worship, worship the sun for all it brings us, worship the sea for the nutrient is carries. We worship all that it has and will always have: Fun.
There are so many beaches to visit. So many places to dream the day away. I've always wondered what it would be like to be a mermaid, to visit all these beaches without the hassle of crows, at my own leisure. I want to swim away from here and find a comforting place to be myself, just as a mermaid would. Oh, to be a mermaid.