Where were the tears that day? Our loss must have voided my heart. Each time I taunted with emotion, my soul would squeeze even tighter. Then, past a wet wind’s gale. I saw your empty face. It was the key that finally broke me. So…I ran to the salty sea.
Broke free from this ransom. Until my sorrows let. Forever with the ocean my secret.
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