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The rocks are out there,
lurking in the dark and fog,
waiting to break us.
We try to miss them,
but the rocks are too clever.
They move to meet us.
We break against them,
tearing holes in our true selves.
Cursing our poor luck.
But it is not luck.
It is those malicious stones.
Lying in still wait.
The rocks are out there,
lurking in the dark and fog.
Don't let them fool you.
lurking in the dark and fog,
waiting to break us.
We try to miss them,
but the rocks are too clever.
They move to meet us.
We break against them,
tearing holes in our true selves.
Cursing our poor luck.
But it is not luck.
It is those malicious stones.
Lying in still wait.
The rocks are out there,
lurking in the dark and fog.
Don't let them fool you.
