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A love for the ocean I sure do have...


Submitted:Jan 6, 2014    Reads: 9    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I love the ocean because, a lot of deaths happen there, blood is always shed there, screams are still trapped in the depths and usually no evidence is found. I love that the most, since no evidence was found you never know who died, you do not even know the gender. It not only amazes me but, it also creates a mystery that I know I will never solve but I like to play like I am searching for someone who had died in the calm, blue ocean. As I sit upon the sand, when the waves come to meet my hand; I imagine blood, the blood that was shed by so many others. When I see coins wash up i always try to think if the person who died lost the coins, you see the ocean is peaceful yet deadly. The ocean is beautiful yet cruel, the ocean is wild yet smart. Things are not as they seem...




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