The Ocean

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She is like the ocean.

Her salty tears crash against

her cheek

as waves of sadness

beat her down.

Her cries are harsh as 

seagull calls

though she cannot fly. 

The tide pulls her back,

drags her further down while she 

struggles to stay afloat. 

She is the ocean and

no one around her can

swim. 

She's drowning in

herself. 

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