Words of a being

No noise is heard, nor any damage is seen
when breaks the heart of a human being.

I hear the ocean each day, it pounds the rocks with diligence and persistence of father time himself. In much the same way I never forget the past. Being forgotten is one thing, but being unforgivable is unbearable.

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