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I am surrounded by sponges within a sailing sea of hopes & dreams waiting for the friction from their love devices. Understood is the frustration, is the ends, is the lack. Detach you must, and sail, yourself. The world will never end, neither will I. Remember the rocks you’ve skipped, the lips you’ve kissed, the souls you’ve missed. Because it’s easy being lost where you’ve been all your life.