Concentrate. There are voices speaking and speaking your name. This world is lost to you . Relocate, complete another.
Ambition comes then flattens, like ocean waves sloping over the shorelined years. As the sidelines become straighter, I weave another thread between.
Answers spoke out in blank riddles. Each one is solved but most are unused. Each one starves for a turn, a priority, a name. Reaches for renewal.
Continue, another day is brewing early. Remember every arrival, continue.
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