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Drifting through the sea of my mind, through the abyss of my soul.

No longer an anchor to still me, nor a hand to guide me.

My body longs for the weight of your demands, my brain yearns to not think.

Alas, I remember, a curse or a cure.

To be adrift is to be free, time now to focus on me.

Time to reignite my flame and burn brightly alone again.

I tried to fight, I tried to plead but the fight that I have now is saved for me.




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