I'm embarking on a journey in a foreign world. My ship got casted. Kinda along the lines of the Titanic. I did not perish. I am being guided through a sea filled of treasure. Some days I find shiny objects that wake up my senses and other days I find myself crippled by lost artifacts that bring me back to that night. You on the other hand keep tightening the cuffs around your wrist. You say she'll always be yours, won't allow yourself to move forward. You on the other hand cut a little bit deeper because it all feels bliss. Let me tell you something. I finished giving you your sentence. Allow yourself some grace by stopping the penalizing on your hand. To yourself. To me.
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