"To finally reach the shore
Survive the storm
Now you're bare and cold
The sea was warm
So warm, you bathe your soul again
Bathe it again, and again, and again"
Couldn't be so true, no matter how chaotic a place is we often find ourselves back there, because we know of no other life than that of surviving the storm. No matter how far I drifted from
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