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but the wind on the ocean isn't always lovely and i think thats where i get it from im stuck between being big and open like that endless sea but the problem is its dangerous and full of untold stories of "im sorry" walking with my head high but only because im full of shame does that even make sense anymore? do you know what im trying to say? help me before its just too late
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
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but the wind on the ocean isn't always lovely and i think thats where i get it from im stuck between being big and open like that endless sea but the problem is its dangerous and full of untold stories of "im sorry" walking with my head high but only because im full of shame does that even make sense anymore? do you know what im trying to say? help me before its just too late
ayysloane
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May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
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