Tired of sailing through waters that were not meant for me. Waters that failed to challenge my fear, To disrupt the waves hidden within me.
Tired of treading lightly when I was born a fighter. The taste of triumph being a longing feeling, That is never satisfied.
I sense the presence of excitement somewhere in the horizon, But I'm tired of the disappointment that these waters bring. Maybe I was never meant to sail above them. Maybe I was meant to be... Deeper
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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