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Her sleeves of compassion juice my mind Materalism tears seem to grow wings of kind this rain waxes new worlds oh the juice of my brain Set my sample fantasies on blind edge, broken heart
why is mute: so hard for you? get it in your brain it's not so hard to compute words couldn't help with the pain that became..so acute so in-tuned with who i was
I would like to learn how to draw an otter My mother’s at sea and I’m her daughter I daren’t go; I’m so scared of water
"My destiny calls I fight the urge to fall As if death could be worse I wish to break this curse But as I look around I hear a strange new sound Laughter in the depths Allowing me to rest."