speak up.
my ears are growing weary.
I'll sing this to the end.
and watch the waves crash over me.
not too muuch to overcome with enough time to turn it all around.
in a picture perfect scenery, I've become a stick figure illustration.
my eyes roll back and focus on what's ahead.
I can still stand if you lend a hand to brace me.
I'll take this on my own.
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