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When it seems like you’ve the sandcastle under control,

Is when a small wave silently creeps up,

Starts pulling off the sand,

Grain by grain,

Until the sandcastle is wiped off,

From one side completely.

Such are some days,

When you’re not the wave,

Which goes with the flow,

But the sandcastle,

Which collapses just with one small wave.


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