Day 101: A Stranger in My Own Ocean.

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Ashore I have ran, upon a sea of broken memories.
I know not of each person whom I've tried to be.
Or each fronted feeling, imitated with a smile.
I cannot present a timeline of this life.
Or draw a map, displaying where I have been.
Slowly, I have drifted further from myself.
And now...
I am a stranger in my own ocean.

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