The Shell

If a lake was judgemental
it would be a sea
The waves undertaking the strong and the gentle
Until there be no me
But yet the sea finally comes to a stall
To realize what she hath done to me
She washed away my all
Until she drowned my all to become
So now I lay here until she call
But what if she does not come
For I am just a broken down shell.

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