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Nikita Stander Aug 2014
The waves are crashing
The wind is howling
Still no sound  
Wondering if anyone is around

Am i at the complete oblivion
to as what is going on?
Who are those to be happy
When none are telling the truth.

Who would know the difference from right and wrong?
When all of what seemed good is gone.
i just want to be left alone
to figure out what i thought was to be oblivion to me.

— The End —