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I’m drifting into the wide and open sea.

Another friend walked into my life last month.

She thought she would be a hero.

Tell me if it hurts because I can’t know if you don’t speak.

Without words, she declared that we were not friends.

Moments ago, the taste of sorrow filled my mouth and I remembered.

Some way I have to get away from it all.

Their cold and passive faces distantly scan my worn countenance.

I thought that you were here beside me, watching the sun rise in awed silence.

I wish to dream in colors that never were.