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whynot I tried to catch water. It didn't work.
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~ P A I L ~ These pails were supposed to keep my happiness forever. --
A fictional narrative of a joyous childhood compared to the dark times of the present. Enjoy!

Pails in Compare

Our childhood always lead us

Our childhood always lead us to the lapping shores of mismatched shells.

Our childhood always lead us to the lapping shores of mismatched shells. Our laughter was carried across

Our childhood always lead us to the lapping shores of mismatched shells. Our laughter was carried across wind and light,

Our childhood always lead us to the lapping shores of mismatched shells. Our laughter was carried across wind and light, stone and brine.

our footprints—

our footprints— imprinted into sand,

our footprints— imprinted into sand, a memory not wanting to be forgotten.

and at the end of the day,

and at the end of the day, our outcasts of shells were strewn upon wood

and at the end of the day, our outcasts of shells were strewn upon wood taking the worst of the other's

and at the end of the day, our outcasts of shells were strewn upon wood taking the worst of the other's and sharing the best that we had.

We caught the salt that spilled from the pails

We caught the salt that spilled from the pails and put it our own

We caught the salt that spilled from the pails and put it our own bearing the extra weight.

Now,

Now, my pail sits broken

Now, my pail sits broken with the dust of seashells

Now, my pail sits broken with the dust of seashells and the salt of my tears.

The songs of waves

The songs of waves long escaped through unmended holes

The songs of waves long escaped through unmended holes of hate and despair.

The songs of waves long escaped through unmended holes of hate and despair. For no happy memories deserve to live,

The songs of waves long escaped through unmended holes of hate and despair. For no happy memories deserve to live, if a life and a smile has died in my arms.

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