Like the ocean, so raw.
Like the ocean, so raw. How each wave ripples and crashes in tune with the roaring of the nearest heroic man. No can stop him. No one can chase me, in fact no one can catch me, even when I stop running. I stand still. I reach to the one thing that can save me. But it goes. It disappears. If an ocean can swim, why can I not fly. The ocean is merely cold cold water. I am hot, hotter than a star. If the ocean can swim, then I can fly. Do not deny. For I am telling the truth, the cold hard truth. Perhaps you will never see, u will simply just look.
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