Lies, Lies, Lies – 2

10 Mar

Shivering in the middle of nowhere, I play with the waves of the ocean rarely visited by mankind, and even more rarely spoken of. Or is it the waves that play with me? I neither drown nor swim. All that passion, love and determination that went into building the most perfect, most enduring boat for this voyage was for nothing, for even the pieces of it are out of my reach. How do you expect me not to cry when even your lies can’t rescue me anymore?

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