It takes the moon
And the entire ocean
To wipe out your mere footprint on the sand.
And still,
You question your worth!
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Ethereal
PoetryHighest rank: #9 ~Sometimes memories roll down my cheeks and end up as ink on paper~ Cover by @-abstractedly
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It takes the moon
And the entire ocean
To wipe out your mere footprint on the sand.
And still,
You question your worth!
