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To be a human and to drift in and out of here does not seem plausible. But when I am to die and I open my eyes, I’ll find that I am washed up on shore. Somewhere between my birth and death, memories continue to be made and fade. To be free from this cycle  of life, death and repeat, will be the ultimate goal. I want to be free. To live a life in valleys, to sit in grass, to wade along the shoreline.
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
with(out) sand in my ears
To be a human and to drift in and out of here does not seem plausible. But when I am to die and I open my eyes, I’ll find that I am washed up on shore. Somewhere between my birth and death, memories continue to be made and fade. To be free from this cycle  of life, death and repeat, will be the ultimate goal. I want to be free. To live a life in valleys, to sit in grass, to wade along the shoreline.
i’m constantly comparing myself to others.
acacia
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 11:49 PM UTC
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