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Walk the waters
I travel the waters,
in search of finding hope.
When there's a will,
there's a way.
I walk.
I cannot make of
what's become of this.
A beautiful rose,
that may not exit.
I walk among
the waters
in search of hope.
Consuming weakness.
Staggering into the waves,
becoming afloat.
Wake up, walk.
In search of myself
and what's become of us.
In search of myself,
and the meaning of love.
I walk.
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