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Dear Future, You scare me like the bottomlessness of the sea But you excite me like the sunshine when is gently touches my face You show signs of a great jounrey with wild and captivating advneture
A glass of the reddest wine one can find, a familiar face sitting across from you, yet it is one that you cannot define. Who could it be or what could it be? Does it have the capability to see?
-I went through a season of roaming. appeared as a tornado in the sand Rotating while in orbit, a cycle that I could not break without the mighty strength of God to stabilize me.
I hurt and I ache but they will never know, I'm not the same as I was three years ago. My old self is knocking, trying to escape--
"Be perfect and proper!" "Be quiet and calm!" "Always stay in order!" -That's the idea put in my palm. "Why are you so loud?" "Be more like the crew!" -Forcing me to not be proud