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The end
So many shells hidden on this beach.
Waiting to be uncovered someday.
But I don't have time trying to reach;
I want to get away.
Waves are rolling up to the coast.
The water, fading away on the sand.
I know that I am just so close;
so close to the end.
Clouds floating in a dark sky.
The moon is their guard for tonight.
I whisper them all a last goodbye,
I really hate this life.
The wind blows through the grass.
It makes it bend and bow.
And with this piece of glass,
I will end what I hated so..