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                            The Ocean

My mind,
It has become a place now
Place where all my stories about infatuation runs like a river to the ocean of regrets.
And in this ocean,
memories of you are still floating on the surface like dead fishes.
And in this ocean,
The anchor of my ship seems to be stuck in ocean of woe.
These feelings that I have for you,
They are like splinters that are stucked to my heart and can never be removed.
I tried so hard to write you of my mind,
Only for you to end up in my heart.

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