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I have been trying on my own for far too long. I try to seek help but wind up as the ocean. No matter how many times I try to open up, my waves will never touch the grassy dunes. But then again, those dunes are stuck in their ways never trying for one moment to let one little drop of my wave touch them. So I will remain my own ocean looking on those dunes finding nothing but flimsy grasses and sandy mountains.
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
Oceanity.
I have been trying on my own for far too long. I try to seek help but wind up as the ocean. No matter how many times I try to open up, my waves will never touch the grassy dunes. But then again, those dunes are stuck in their ways never trying for one moment to let one little drop of my wave touch them. So I will remain my own ocean looking on those dunes finding nothing but flimsy grasses and sandy mountains.
brooke-bello
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
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