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Rated: E · Poetry · Family · #2148906
Everybody faces experiences. So this is me. I as for one, knows how this feels like.
By the Seashore

I walked by the seashore,
As the blue and lush,
Sparkling water,
Washed up on my feet.

I never turned around,
To see someone and greet,
I was to caught up in dreams,
Where I enter my world and tweet.

The sun shone its rays,
Where the seashells lay,
I looked below,
Hoping to find new ways.

As the water washed my feet,
I recalled a memory,
Where my dark past revealed,
Turning itself into a terrible present reality.

And suddenly I found myself,
Saying something I never would've,
"No matter how many times you lay, On That summer night in May,
"I'll never forgive you for taking my parents away."

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