
Insulated winds carry to thine the urge to toss one's self into the ocean of space below, for the possibility of self-actualization depends on whether or not one will float.
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Sounds like I'm outside on a cliffside on a windy day. But at the same time I'm far away, deep in my head, thinking about something visceral.
I don't feel like jumping, just looking out at the sea. It's haunting to see the deep blues which conquer everything that they touch.
I don't feel like jumping, just looking out at the sea. It's haunting to see the deep blues which conquer everything that they touch.
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