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the sun glasses kept the bright sun out of his eyes, his bare body enjoying the warm sun. his soul starting to glow. feet submerged in the clear blue water massaged by the gentle wave and little fishes nibling at his toes, he sits on a rock and looks far into the horizon. the wind gently swaying his hair and cooling his body down. in his mind he locks the door he created, a door behind which he hides his life. he sits in the room and tries to forget whats outside of his room and sometimes he succeeds.