My head is heavy like the weight of one thousand hearts.
It bobs on my shoulders with no threat of malice, but in my mind waves crash upon a shore that does not exist and the gaps between reality and a dream are thick and foamy. I am still unsure if I can swim.
It bobs on my shoulders with no threat of malice, but in my mind waves crash upon a shore that does not exist and the gaps between reality and a dream are thick and foamy. I am still unsure if I can swim.
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