The world is full of me,
and I am full of it.
And I have so much trouble seeing sometimes
my way through all the shit
that's surrounding me,
hurting me,
scaring me,
making me feel hopeless
and unworthy of good things in my life.
But when I dive,
and I see you guys in the water close by
or out there somewhere in the blue,
I remember, and I know.
Why's it so hard sometimes to remember how much we love something?
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