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The Dead Boy Grows Up

Using #wind

A run down dilapidated ship run aground.
Photo by Nick Jio on Unsplash

Something breaks your soul when you give up. It’s no longer fun and games or the childhood dreams of your innocent youth when you’ve been defeated so far gone that it’s enervated your reason for even trying anymore. Lifelessness is palpably in your body language, your countenance, and your speech. You’re not yourself anymore…



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