Try not to think about it.
The worst is over now.
Waking cold, alone as ever,
by the Ocean, far from
succor or store.
Wishing to stay in my
warm sleeping bag;
No choice, no choice.
Why did I choose a sleep place
so far away from everything?
Pluses and Minuses all around.
Think about the moment, now,
no longer cold at all.
Think about good things to come
in the future.
The tears are trying hard to come.
I've been fighting them for days,
and winning.
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