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Jan 2020
In over my head,
And it all starts to change.
My air is running out,
I just might as well die.
So I break the ocean,
Rise with it’s tide,
And landing in her motion,
I sail to solace by her side.
Jan.2.2020
I keep typing Dec.2019 by accident...

Ummmm... it’s 2am and I’ve been reading way too much rom-com manga...
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
(20/M/Wherever I May Roam)   
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