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Feb 10
The waves hit harder,
the closer you get—
I learned the sea doesn’t care about your longing;
it will take without warning,
pulling you under,
because you thought you could stay dry
and you may drown,
or you may rise,
but either way,
you’ll never return the same.
Vianne Lior
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Vianne Lior  16/F
(16/F)   
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