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When was it that, what I was given defined me?

I've been given a lot so, it's so hard to remember

what I was and what I am now.

I just can't remember!

It's agonizing how turbulent these waters seem,

how easily agitated they are.

It seems as though you could fracture a whole ocean

with just one touch.

The wind picks it up and hurls it against itself, over and over.

The rain becomes just as unforgiving when it's cold,

let's face it, when is it ever warm.

I remember when it was, I can't recall who I was

or how old.

I can only remember how the sun felt.

How it seemed to shelter me from the shade, it painted me

golden, I was worth something to the sun.

The music the sun sang was beautiful so, soft and sweet

it was a sun drenched lullaby.

While the breeze blew it was warm and it smelled sweetly.

Now it's dark and cold, it smells of salt and the sun seems to have swallowed itself.

It has left me here.

How I hate the sun, I hope I never see it again.