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Tiny feet on a sparse beach, reflection of soft sunlight          A journey begins, water stretched for millions of miles                No rush to leave the warmth of the sand,          The hourglass dropped the last grain,                 Like a newborn seal I take the plunge,           The wet cold quickly gives away to bliss,                  I reach for my sails, Youth navigates my way           Fearless, Reckless, I venture unchartered                  Holding strong against the first storm,           The tranquility of the morn’ warms my soul,                  But I could no longer quell,            the pirate in my heart, demanding captives;                    the weight of the ransom was too much            I capsized, in a fierce storm of self-hate,                   my lungs fill with devil’s brew             I’m drowning, once, twice, over, and over,                    until I couldn’t drown anymore is when I was plucked onto the quiet shore of my home’s heartbeat.               My heart split into two          In deep dark waters, I’ve given up on me               The Journey continues Firewalker
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
Journey
Tiny feet on a sparse beach, reflection of soft sunlight          A journey begins, water stretched for millions of miles                No rush to leave the warmth of the sand,          The hourglass dropped the last grain,                 Like a newborn seal I take the plunge,           The wet cold quickly gives away to bliss,                  I reach for my sails, Youth navigates my way           Fearless, Reckless, I venture unchartered                  Holding strong against the first storm,           The tranquility of the morn’ warms my soul,                  But I could no longer quell,            the pirate in my heart, demanding captives;                    the weight of the ransom was too much            I capsized, in a fierce storm of self-hate,                   my lungs fill with devil’s brew             I’m drowning, once, twice, over, and over,                    until I couldn’t drown anymore is when I was plucked onto the quiet shore of my home’s heartbeat.               My heart split into two          In deep dark waters, I’ve given up on me               The Journey continues Firewalker
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Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
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