Waves ripple up and down the coast of my soul. The seagulls chirp as the cold, icy waves meet their swift demise on the dark, moist sand. Is doomsday here? Not a sign, but the harsh awakening of the everyday has arrived and greeted all survivors.
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Feel free to add whatever you like! I like to think of language as a form of poetry, expressing the right to free speech and embracing individuality. However, please do not be disrespectful.
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Feel free to add whatever you like! I like to think of language as a form of poetry, expressing the right to free speech and embracing individuality. However, please do not be disrespectful.