The Ship Has Sailed

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Philosophies

Things just simply didn't work out, and as much as I loved her, the ship has sailed. Now I can either jump in and swim after it and eventually drown myself in my useless efforts, or I can get back on the dock, dry myself off, and wait patiently for the next ship that's bound to come by.

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Cute

 The next ship is always coming in until the right one disembarks the one true love.

 
p.s. "cute" is one of my highest accolades.