' her eyes were red from the oceans that flowed through and out of her body, so much that she couldn’t see a thing, temporarily blinded from loving too much with a heart so big, so heavy, so willing to spill out the everything it feels. the repurcussions never stopped her because it’s the only way she knew how to live and to speak and to sing and to be and so she refused to let it harden her, even if the oceans got to her, because she never wanted to be one of those people who used it as an excuse to walk away, sail away, to a far off place because those people become lonelier surrounded by only themselves and the sea. and she, she would rather be lonely in the midst of the people she loved waiting, hoping for a chance that staying this close will be worth it—that in the end, it would be worth it. '
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