I sit at the edge of the sea,
just throwing pebbles in,
thinking of each one as they go
thinking back at everything I've been taught.
how I shouldn't become attached to anything
as everything at one point must go,
Must be thrown into the sea below.
and if you love it, it is better to let go,
so if you let go and it comes back,
then it was truly meant to be,
being told that if you think of something,
it will eventually return to its home.
so here I sit with you in my hand,
the pebble which rocked my world,
tossing you out into that wild realm,
Tattered in chaos and ruled by change,
yet I sit here waiting for your return.
Forever and ever,
But forever for you.
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