Dark, deep, black waves,
crashing against the shore.
Hard, like hurtful memories.
Sad, low, quiet winds,
blowing the candle out.
Dark, like lonely memories.
Scarring, long, slowmo fights,
happening behind the wall.
Traumatizing, like damaging memories.
Yet still, she manages.
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