Third Person
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How many times
Have you stared at the dark ceiling,
Tears streaming down your cheecks,
And willed yourself to sleep?
How many times
Have you fooled a friend
With a smile
Or laugh?
You are a storm.
Yet you are nothing.
And life is an ocean,
Vast and undiscovered.
It's choppy and crule.
Its swells are too much.
Sadness hits in great waves
Peeping at the world from behind her mothers hand,
she gasped in awe at what was before her, curious for more.
However, as she grew, her skill of precision
