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Stand strong, small sandcastle,
though you may be powerless
in the midst of a great war
that tears your very world away from you.
Stand strong, lone sandcastle,
though your brethren have been slain.
It seems everyone has left you,
and your only company
is a fish out of water.
Stand strong, young sandcastle.
it seems you were created just yesterday
when a peculiar person
entered the afterlife.
With their death came your birth.
yellow hands scuplted your form
and gave you life.
You ponder if you even want it.
The figure clad in black
returns many more times.
They are alone, as you are.
But others begin to join them.
The pink tides lick your structure,
the Earth quakes,
the Moon falls,
yet
you stay.
You are still here, small sandcastle,
even after all you have been through.
Stay strong, brave sandcastle,
though, inevitably,
you will face more hard times,
we will always believe in you.