In the ocean of my own tears, I found myself drowning countless times, sir. Each wave of sorrow threatened to engulf me, pulling me deeper into the abyss of my own emotions. I rowed ceaselessly against the currents of fate, struggling to find my way amidst the tumultuous tides of life. In the chaos, I lost sight of whether I was rowing against or for, the lines blurred by the relentless ebb and flow of existence.

When it was time to leave, I found myself casting the anchor, rooted in a past I couldn’t release. Conversely, when it was time to dock and find stability, I fled, adrift in the sea of uncertainty. I endured the pangs of hunger and the burden of excess, the pendulum of my experiences swinging to extremes. I suffered the illusions of mirages and the deafening echoes of silence, each haunting me in their own way.

I sailed towards the storms, drawn by the tumult that mirrored the chaos within, always at the mercy of my own unpredictable tides. I conjured pirates to plunder my treasures, a self-sabotage that left me bereft of the riches I held within. I became a distant daughter of the constellations, adrift in the vastness of the universe, yearning for a sense of belonging.

I graduated from time as a sailor without learning to swim, navigating the currents of life without truly understanding their depths. Yet through this tumultuous journey, I found the courage to let parts of myself die, to be reborn anew. Only on this tumultuous voyage through my own existence could I find the strength to embrace the cycles of life and transformation.

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