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i don't need your unstable lifeboat. i don't need your fragile noodles. i don't need your crumpled arms. i can swim on my own. i am not a novice. i don't contain much experience, but the water will guide me to the right path. i don't have a map with me, but my compass will take me to my destination. the water boils whenever you jump in, but rests whenever i'm inside. stop trying to chain my ankles with your anchors. stop trying to drag me onto the land. the blue is captivating. the blue is the only route to sovereignty. i could compose an abode out of god's tears. i will slowly drift. you are aware of this, yet, you pretend to be illiterate when it comes to this topic. my wings are able to glide. i am functioning well. i will float away from this bullshit.

i can swim on my own. 


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i just want to turn 18 and graduate already. @ time: speed up a bit.

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