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Sometimes ideas grow and invade me. They sweep over me like a powerful wave that floods everything. It soaks, shakes and overtakes me.
Other days, everything is serene and silent like a vacant shore. The sun illuminates the immensity and emptiness of my own abyss.
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Good on you.
Sometimes ideas grow and invade me. They sweep over me like a powerful wave that floods everything. It soaks, shakes and overtakes me.
Other days, everything is serene and silent like a vacant shore. The sun illuminates the immensity and emptiness of my own abyss.
Good on you.
Sometimes ideas grow and invade me. They sweep over me like a powerful wave that floods everything. It soaks, shakes and overtakes me.
Other days, everything is serene and silent like a vacant shore. The sun illuminates the immensity and emptiness of my own abyss.
Good on you.
Sometimes ideas grow and invade me. They sweep over me like a powerful wave that floods everything. It soaks, shakes and overtakes me.
Other days, everything is serene and silent like a vacant shore. The sun illuminates the immensity and emptiness of my own abyss.
