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I am ocean to you, and you only see the surface of me. You praise the beauty of my wave whenever you come to see me. You ask me to be gentle with you as you pour your darkness into my heart. You say to me, secrets belong to the sea. Then, you leave me alone amidst your unspoken stories. I consume them all. Am I made of water or tears? I wonder.
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Existence.
You see what I see. You hear what I hear. Eternity. You, is unreal and I is nothing. 1. To think, means to be in solitude. We were born to face the world alone, our parents were there only to give guidance. Regardless of how one cannot be physically apart from another, we are still alone. |
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