A teardrop slowly rolls down a shadowed face. The confined world of hidden imperfections falls on an unstable loose ground without a sound. Reaching out to the waves before me, wash the impurities away that have drowned every touch that can't be replaced. The rough sand blows through the wind, stabbing at the broken skin. I turn away from the almost unbearable shaking tide. The cold brush of hurt clinches onto my body, but I still try to push against the pain. A jaded grasp tightly holds on to the unbroken past, thieving what is not yet frozen. Why must I live to face the overturning black clouds, but I never try to escape. I don't want to leave but the descending nights give me no chance of turning back. The footsteps behind me have become only mine, I no longer see a trace of you, swept away by the vacant perceptions. Illusions of whispered memories become severed, revealing the reality.... of the darkest oceans that will always be between us.
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