Cada vez pior.
First it was the big big bad blue ocean. Didn't matter if you were a swimmer. And if you won more medals at it than you can count. It was too much water. All around.
But what about now?
Just waiting.
And all of this just didn't make sense (once again).
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Restless, my darling, will you be for the rest of your life.
Not worried nor sad you should be_ only conscientious, and attentive.
Be patient (even if desperately ate by comsuption), and faithful (even if carrying the weight of conscientiousness)_ accept it, don't fight.
Great things are coming. And meant to be.
I'm sure.
Thank you for this amazing post.
You know it's yours too.
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