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So we took our love to the sea that night

So see if it could ever swim back

it did and it did

Four hundred thousand times

Over again

There's only so much that one can deal with at any one time; a loss of a loved one, the stress of results lingering and the self hate of not being able to deal with anything. Pity is something that comes to mind when thinking of myself at this moment in time, miserable during the best time of our lives. Purely because I cant stop thinking about somebody that used to make me happy, that now just pull at the heart strings. This time our love didn't swim back.