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Inched back in, down to the waters edge.
You're wondering if it's possible to miss a place you've never been.
I wanna feel comfortable asking you question like 'why do we get so consumed by distractions?' stuck in a box with the world at our fingertips.
Give me time cos I'm trying to process this.
Along a low lit coast line where I stood alone I felt it echo on the waves and come back home.
So if there's such a thing as universal truth let it exist between our persistance and our youth.