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'she is mine' You say it aloud time and time again; and a thousand times that in your mind while ships pour into harbors held high on poles towering far above the rest of the boardwalk. You cry it aloud, to her, the object of your utmost affection. The ferocity of your passionate outburst quakes the supporting poles to splinters, along with the pier and the harbor;. . . Even the beach in all its pale soft sand quivers under your expulsion. Why does the alleged, publicy presumed and pronounced source of your lament hold such an adamant place inside you? Do you not loathe her? Do you not hate her for who she is and have you not in your mind turned her away time and time again? Why in the name of your own sanity do you obsess over a lump of coal long cast into a valley full to the brim with jewels? Nostalgia can grant only so much you understand. . .and should that be your most prominent concern, look further back and you will find something so much more relevant to you; look on them to find a place to hate in yourself, instead of outwards in all the world's direction.