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no one truly know who they are ‘ he sighs

.

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.

the

glass bottle

does

not

know

its

own

contents

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.

it has no idea whether

it is a vessel for the most delicious apple cider,

a lovingly crafted wine,

or

a bitter poison

.

.

.

people are the same

.

yet, like the bottle

.

.

.

.

.

we are transparent

.

.

we can not see ourselves the way others see us

.

.

.

how do you see me? ‘ she asked

.

.

you are a bottle floating out at sea ‘ he says ‘ one that contains a very important message, it may never reach its recipient but as long as there is someone waiting, it will always have purpose

.

.

.

will you wait for mine ?

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i will ‘ he promised

i will look for you every time i stand at the edge of the ocean

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Source: Lullabies by Lang Leav

 

 

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