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Thoughts, mine are like the running stream so fluid and shapeless that I can't seem to grasp on them as they slip past my fingers letting themself flow
sometimes they go too high, drowning me in surrounding me in serenity and cerulean but on the times other, too low leaving me on the seashore, shrivelin'
but I wonder if I am the one holding onto them or are they are the ones holding me back
