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To me, life is an ocean.
The waves beat me down,
The water stings my eyes,
The rocks cut my feet,
but there's always sand to fall back on.
The inevitable drift to shore
is the only reason I swim against the current.
Stroke after stroke,
I fight for every breath of air.

Right now, I am lost at see.





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