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Mar 13
"Today I woke up like every morning,
the sea sounds angry at my window,
today I woke up longing to be loved.
But the wind only whispers emptiness,
and the waves embrace me with their cold.
Is love just a lost echo,
or a ship that has never sailed?"
Mystery of an authentic soul
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Mystery of an authentic soul  Other/Submerged in the System
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