Effing sick.
but cradle your breath! there's hope if you can make the connection -
that there's zen in the helplessness beneath the weight of oppression
^Greetings, Yoda.
troubled kid, nowhere to fit, this ocean was my sedative
sanctuary for the ill at ease, my private leper settlement.
^Impacting.
the problem is I got more ideas than minutes
more ambitions to begin than I have reasons to finish
more horizons to explore than I have means to their limits
^Third line is very relatable.
You killed it with the whole last stanza. I feel like going to the beach now.
Keep doing you
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