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Standing on the shore line she watched the water slowly beat the sand... as the tide moved out she could see all the crabs scrambling for life... how easy it was for the tide to move in and out of the shoreline... almost like the love from her life... She wondered if the shoreline felt the same pain she had over time... how the water may have caused pain to the sand... how the water beat upon the shore like the aching of her heart... swiftly, yet soft... painfully torturing the soul to the depths of the sea... A tear drop falls... she looks down as it lands in a puddle... slowly her eyes follow the water to the ocean... and she wonders... could it be the tears of broken loves that make the oceans? Possibility... for she feels that she has shed an ocean full of tears over her lost love... and sadly, life would go on... as the tide comes and goes by the day.... so would her life, even thought she wanted it to go away.