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I waver as I look out over the waves. I'm not sure if I should be here. I think of the one behind - the one I love - and question whether this is worth if never to see him again.
Too late, anyway. The ship is set and we disappear over the horizon. It's too late. I'm the one who left first...
Maybe it was worth it. I won't know that until after, though. I should stop thinking about it, if it's making me question myself and waver this much.
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