Letting Her Go...

March 26, 2008
By Livi Jackson, Tauranga, AL

All around me I can here the roaring of the angry sea. The washed up rotting fish scent drifts under my nose and my mouth is bitter and my salty as sea tears run down my soft cheeks and into my mouth. The continual crashing of the milky waves on the desert beach start to give me a pounding headache. I feel numb and frozen with angriness. I feel fearful, guilty and highly disappointed with myself for letting this happen to her.

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