Will I ever be capable?

I stand alone, somewhere in between the sea and the sky. I look beneath and see an ocean Filled with fluid that looks like crimson. Is that scarlet liquid mine? Or of the people that loathe me? Is that maroon solution mine? Or of the people who hug me? I look up and see theContinue reading “Will I ever be capable?”

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