I awake, like every day, with the frozen kiss of the morning. Setting out on the same journey like many times before, I take heavy steps through a murky ocean, eyes burning and directionally blinded. Seeking a treasure that is only fabled to exist in my mind, I travel more, but come home empty handed, with no gold in my heart - there is only rust on my silver skin.
^Something that randomly came up in the corner of my mind during class today.
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