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I cried. My eyes stung as the sea-breeze pushed back my tears.

Who am I, where have I gone?

Waves smashed angrily at the shore rocks I stood atop and I found myself wondering why were they so angry. Maybe they weren't even angry, that they have never known rage at all, ever. Maybe the waves crashed to shore because that's all they felt they could do. In the vast ocean they were never alone, but now, as their watery domain drew shallow, they realised that they were. That they would continue on their journey beyond the sea, in solitude. So they crash, because why else would they go any other way.

Who was I, where am I going?

The wind had dried my tears and my vision was clear, but the sting will never go away.