I stand right before your eyes yet you still do not see me and I speak my mind and my soul yet you still cannot hear me then as I scream and shout you refuse to even listen. I give in to the option of giving up but as I am starting to put myself down you begin to pull me back up and I don't understand what the concept of this idea really is. I see that you want me to leave but when I leave you silently beg me to stay and now I cannot even think about how our love works but somehow it does. and what's keeping me alive is the fact that no matter how hard the waves crash the shore that is what the seashells live to see and no matter how much the people love the sun it will never compare to how the moon dies every night for her to keep on shining.

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