If only I could extinguish all my bad thoughts like how people blow bubbles.
Blow them all out, let them all out.
Pretty pretty round round bubbles.
And one by one, I'll grasp them in my palm and watch them disappear in the air.
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I feel I've been lost. No bearings, no compass. I kept crashing into things, a little crazy, I guess. I've never been lost before. You were my true north. I could always steer for home when you were my home.
- Message in a Bottle.
I'm lost, no more.
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