I threw a bottle into the sea,
the day you said goodbye to me.
It held the love we once shared,
in which nothing could compare.
I threw a bottle into the sea,
the day you said goodbye to me.
It held the anchor of what we were,
and what we knew for sure.
I threw a bottle into the sea,
the day you said goodbye to me.
I fell into the water,
when you couldn't be bothered.
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Faith McCune
I love writing about true crime as well as blogging. Follow me on my social media for random selfies. Snapchat: nadineboo21 Instagram: @safedream
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