Have you ever just stared at the waves of the ocean
Thinking about the dreams you fought to then ran?
Thinking of the weight on your shoulders
And the time you can't spent to rest
Have you ever felt the salty wind of the ocean
And wished it was the hug of someone
Maybe you were restricted too much, as your passion is melting under the sun
Maybe you wished, it'll also make everything vanish
Under the clouds, you are protected
But have you ever felt the feeling of them when they're scared?
But they are the one who shall take the first move
Release their comfort zone and their fluff should be shove
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One Hundred Fifty
RandomFifty, Fifty, Fifty A writing challenge for myself is to create fifty poems, fifty essays, and fifty one-shot stories, every single prekeng day to make it a hundred and fifty days of honing my skills and giving sparks to my interest. Here's the deal...
