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Standing still on the beach,
thinking of the hurtful speech.
Wondering why he had to be cruel,
and makes the sand being washed away,
by my tears
through.....and through......
Didn't want to feel the wind of depression,
and will never give my heart to another person.
Tend to think that time could heal,
tortured .. struggled...
but still feeling ill.
Seaweed waved and sang,
feel the sour taste in my lung.
The perfect love was never found,
sank into the pain...
and slowly drowned.
