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i spent my childhood with a conch shell in hand, i'd be near the sea even on land for when i'd press it to my ear i'd hear the ocean loud and clear and that's when i realised: i could have the world in my hands if i believed enough i could get to distant lands
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Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
the world in my hands
i spent my childhood with a conch shell in hand, i'd be near the sea even on land for when i'd press it to my ear i'd hear the ocean loud and clear and that's when i realised: i could have the world in my hands if i believed enough i could get to distant lands
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Dec 26, 2016
Dec 26, 2016 at 12:23 PM UTC
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