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Some days, my heart
Is like a raging sea,
Thrashing and howling;
Like a thundering cry
That bursts through the
Dark skies and storms.

Some days, my heart
Is like a still sea, empty,
With no tides and waves;
Like a deafening sound
Of silence that echoes
Through the dead air.

— The End —