The deep killer

Why do you thrash thoughtlessly through my soul?
No respect for my past, my secrets you stole.

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Not interested enough in what I have to say,
Seem ironic you drowning me out in a way.

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Tearing me apart,

You assume I have no heart.

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After all I provided, while making no requests.

Except that I desire no harm from my guests.

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You call me a killer, a home wrecker, I quote,

Yet you respect my beauty, my calmness you note.

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Still other times Im violent but Ill always remain free.
Continually growing; yes, you call me the sea.

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