The thoughts that now seem meaningless.
The tears that won't stop.
Those feelings so real, so deep, they penetrate coldly.
They inch towards a bowl while changing shape they still circle.
Thoughts that are dangerous.
Feeling that felt hard rock.
In a water bowl they reflect without ever breaking.
What is gone has truly disappeared, Sedimentary in all its galore.
Slowly but surely they wither away like a goldfish's brain just waiting to be devoured.
Like a grain of sand that travels across the ocean.
The fragment of light that never shines twice.
One is forgotten!
But you are special.
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