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Going through can be compared to a voyage at sea. |
| Voyage Across the midnight sea, a phantom vessel glides, The captain's eyes, an abyss of darkness, Charts a course through clouds of deep depression. The storm erupts in silent screams, Yet the lantern of resolve flickers, daring the night. When sunrise finally cracks the veil, the voyage ends, leaving the heart's map forever altered. Contentment settled like sand beneath the deck. Line Count: Eight |