As the tide goes out, the dreams, memories and everything you cherish most, is lost. It leaves along with the receding tide. The wave crashing is like your hope fading, your faith leaving, crushing what you have left, just like it does to the seashells, caught up in all of the chaos. Giving way and caving in, it is all lost at sea. But when the tide comes back in it brings new everything, maybe even a new you, just wait to see what is to come in the end. By - Me (Melissa)
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