There is only one person in our short lives, where there absolutely is no depth too _deep_,
no obstacle too _large_, no bridge too _far_, nor sky too _grey_.
For I will dive where there is _no air_, I will push until my hands are _raw_, I will walk until my feet have _bled_, and I will chase the horizon until I have found the _sun_
Just to bring you back home.
Aug 28, 2023
Aug 28, 2023 at 7:26 PM UTC
There is only one person in our short lives, where there absolutely is no depth too _deep_,
no obstacle too _large_, no bridge too _far_, nor sky too _grey_.
For I will dive where there is _no air_, I will push until my hands are _raw_, I will walk until my feet have _bled_, and I will chase the horizon until I have found the _sun_
Just to bring you back home.
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