The waves crashing echoes inside my head...
And when it all breaks, a purpose is formed. It's laughable... but it's there. Filling myself with forward sight feels like a breath of fresh air.
I'm not a morose person, not morbid in the least. But I know myself.
I'm not a morose person, not morbid in the least. But I know myself.

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Good for you, my friend. I'm looking forward to hearing about your trip.
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