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| The lost |
We are addicted
We are apart from the vastness, disappearing, coming to the light. The thousands of wandering generals waiting amidst a thousand of lost dreams. We cannot be seen. Seen at all, things due to the hours being limited, or that this ocean will not allow us.
The vastness does not make it, the love of it does not make it, yet we toil, toil with a thousand souls to each movement within the direction of the work we do. To a light that never comes.
The vastness does not make it, the love of it does not make it, yet we toil, toil with a thousand souls to each movement within the direction of the work we do. To a light that never comes.