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Rated: E · Sample · Emotional · #1986962
My thoughts
They call it a great ocean, it reaches everyone. It's beautiful, so far but dangerous place. Anyone who is brave enough to face it, will eventually get their graves in it. I have always wished to be part of it, know its world, feel what it feels. It knows old and stories which happen right now. Its knowledge is something we can't understand, we, us humans. The wind blows, wind makes it happy and angry. I'm afraid but at the same time very amazed by it. I want to jump from this cliff, feel it, but just for a moment. I'd die immediately, it's for sure. I want to live it, not die for it. And from that thought my life started.



The road was dusty, boots got muddy and sand flew everywhere. I started with a small ship, now I'm the captain of a great government. No one knows my identity, it's good, they would kill me. I'm child of human whose relatives should be executed. I raise my head, see the sun, it's bright but I want to cry, I know this won't last forever. Soon the ship is ready for the restless trip. It scares me out, will I die to the ocean or will I rule it. I want to know all the secrets, all the places, I want to meet him. I miss him.



Map front of me, everything is shaking, goods falling and breaking. I won't break, I must keep my coolness. I watch the stone, it always gives me power to keep going. I can never lose it, just never, I would die.



I stepped on this land, it's dark and cloudy, only moon's light shows us where to go. I need it, I lost it. No, it was taken from me. I need to get it back. I go through forest, my partners killed the crocodile. I didn't see it, I was blind, trying to find it. I need him, I need him. There's nothing left now. I need to find him. I don't want to forget, there would be nothing left in me, nothing to live for.
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