vodka fuled moment # 2

There was once a rock in the ocean. That rock was pounded by waves and the wind and was little by little worn away. Did that rock stop being a rock? It had no choice. After all it was a rock. All it could do is endure. Your waves don’t break me they break on me. I am that rock and I endure.

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