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Every time I close my eyes, it's as if I'm on that boat again.
I can still hear the water rippling, and feel the waves course through my body.
I can still feel the raindrops drip onto my pale skin, as I waited for someone to come rescue me.
I can still remember when the boat hit the sand-filled land, hearing the sea crash onto the shore, while the spring breeze blew through my dirty blonde hair.
Standing there, gazing at the purple fading to orange sky, I realised how truly alone I was; because not one person came to look for me--
not one.
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I've often imagined that if I do get lost at sea, or get captured into the woods, no one would come looking for me; at least if there was someone else in the same situation, they would rather look for that someone else. This includes my best friend who has a best friend of her own. Not saying that people should put me first in everything, I would just appreciate if I was number one in something.
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RandomBehind these books and words stand a lonely writer with an explosion of thoughts and feelings she is never able to show. Read this book to get an insight on small snippets of my life. ~Editing/checking finished~
