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Here I am, waves crashing muting the sound of you.
Here you are, trying to speak but nothing comes through
So here we are, silent at the beach. Alone.
I'm Standing cowardly to the sound of your breath
I think I hear my death
Why won't you speak to me? because here I am with the sound of me. So i stand here quietly. Alone. Here we are alone. I want to see. I want to speak. I want to hear. But we stand cowardly. Now I feel my death rising upon me. Why didn't you speak? I now can fear my death.

UPDATE: I'VE IMPROVED THIS BUT I DON'T KNOW IF YOU WANT TO SEE IT

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