for the whole ocean to hear. I don't know where I would be without the beach outside my window. Probably drinking my soul away. As is, I much prefer combing the sands for burried treasure; but hey, to each his own. It helps me weather the storm, beat life at its own game. I miss feeling loved. It's becoming more difficult for me to wake up in the
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