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For your eyes only
I know somewhere
We'll find a little place for you and me
It all turned out a different way
Can't feel the pulse in our veins
So weak today
We'll let our heart beat guide us though the dark
Just trust me

We have to go a thousand oceans wide
One thousand dark years when time has died
A thousand stars are passing by
We have to go a thousand oceans wide
A thousand times against an endless tide
We'll be free to live our life



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The world in silence should forever be alone.

Struggle

Melissa collapsed into a heap on the ground when she arrived back home. Another day had passed by but nothing fruitful was reaped. A silent tear slid down her cheek as she took a glance at her phone. She remained prostrate with fatigue and sleep soon overtook her...

A sudden clap of thunder brought Melissa back to the cold and harsh reality. She stumbled to close the windows and retreated back to her room. As she walked slowly to her bed, she glanced at the photo frames displayed on her study table. In one clean sweep, all the pictures were gone. If only memories could be erased this easily...

Dropping her bag onto the floor as if it were trash, she picked up a mahogany brown photo frame that laid clean on the glass-filled floor. Melissa looked closely at the picture and another tear fell. Outside, the rain was only starting to drizzle...

She clutched the photo frame to her chest and tried to hold back her tears, but the tears seemed to have control over her instead. The steady pitter-patter of the raindrops falling from heaven seemed to be in sync with the teardrops that were spilling from her eyes. If only pain could be taken away this easily...

Just then, her phone vibrated, signalling the arrival of a new message. Melissa reached over to her phone and read the little message that came in an electronic envelope :

"Thanks for today yup! :) Sleep early, you'll need all the energy you need xD"

As she read the message, she kept telling herself he was only being concerned for her welfare as a friend, but what they are in reality begged to differ; they were as close as best friends but...

Melissa punched the wall in anger, unable to believe that she had let herself think too far off again. It has been five months since she had began to let go of the dream she never had, but things have not been going so well. If only he knew what she was going through...

The walls started to crumble as she let herself drown in tears. She knew things would be fine after she let her sorrows out but things were not as simple as it looked on the surface. It was more than just letting it go...

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