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Watching tides end their fate.

- Summer.

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And love? It has hurt for so long. The hurt won’t stop for this is what love does; however, maybe this time there will be a glimmer of hope in the restless sea.

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Anyone else taking space up in the world as an unusual woman

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So, as I watch you slowly slip through my fingers, I witness yet another possible claim of all things bright break away into dusk.

You are leaving in everyway someone can go.

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You can do it. But, it will kill parts of you that you did not know existed.

End of the line.

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Why did I allow myself to be treated so bad?

Pay Attention.

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And I think to myself, "I need more".

My life at a glance.

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What if all I can do is return the love you give?

Gone.

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Its face was such that whether it was a girl or boy, it was beauty.

ungender. | Book XI Metamorphoses, Ovid.