Her beauty froze my mind, but her lies shattered the background of the waterfalls in the framed picture we took together at homecoming.
She rode the waves of the sea by luring me into buying her clothes, paying her phone bills, I even bought her lunch every day.
Lavish gifts came from the heart, as she began to leave me at sea. Drowned by sorrow, I tried to grip the side of the boat, fighting not to let go.
Submerged by the questions of what was happening, I gasped for breath. I realized there was another guy in her picture. We were no longer the captain and co-captain.
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Our ship sank because I failed to steer from the beginning. I was framed by beauty. I was no longer able to touch the waves. They swept over me.
Avoiding death I managed to swim back to shore. Bitterness circulated through my body. I stared down at the ground, and I noticed the wetness
of a picture that was folded into two halves displaying her on one side and me on the other side with my arms cut off. I walked away trembling,
and I tripped on the broken picture frame. It was surrounded by the glass; then I realized: I had been placed in a picture where I was not supposed to be.
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