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I sit patiently and wait for the waves to consume the sand house I built A sand house built with the hate that's grown over a period of time. A sand house built like a sad house, growing weaker and weaker everyday. The waves roll over my sand house filling the crevices with water. After the water drains I look at my house and am shocked. My sand house is packed with more sand, strengthening the walls. My sand house built like a sad house, built stronger and stronger everyday. I sit and wait again for the waves to consume the sand house I built The sand house, filled with all the hate and distress created. This sand house filled with me, filled with everything that I am. So I must be strong if I can withstand these waves of trials and tribulations If I can push out the water and come back a stronger me.
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
Sand House
I sit patiently and wait for the waves to consume the sand house I built A sand house built with the hate that's grown over a period of time. A sand house built like a sad house, growing weaker and weaker everyday. The waves roll over my sand house filling the crevices with water. After the water drains I look at my house and am shocked. My sand house is packed with more sand, strengthening the walls. My sand house built like a sad house, built stronger and stronger everyday. I sit and wait again for the waves to consume the sand house I built The sand house, filled with all the hate and distress created. This sand house filled with me, filled with everything that I am. So I must be strong if I can withstand these waves of trials and tribulations If I can push out the water and come back a stronger me.
Holey
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 6:54 PM UTC
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