Broken on the Beach

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The waves hushed my crying

The wind inquired what was wrong

The stars comforted me

As I broke in nights arms

I found comfort in its silent caress

It knew my struggle

I didnt have to speak

It knew what to do

It had done the same for hundreds of others

I found comfort but also sadness in knowing this had happened and was happening to hundreds of others

I found comfort in the knowledge that I wasnt alone

That ocean wasnt just being added to by me, it wasnt created by me

It was the physical representation of everyone elses pain, joy, dreams, and hate

The world's emotions, my emotions

Our Emotions





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