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maenad
maenad swaying in the breeze
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Staying positive

The fruit

Trying to muster from a fetal position

Trying to muster from a fetal position It hurts. A lot.

Trying to muster from a fetal position It hurts. A lot. When I look in the mirror, I don't see my eyes

Trying to muster from a fetal position It hurts. A lot. When I look in the mirror, I don't see my eyes Instead of seeking, I echo the cries

Trying to muster from a fetal position It hurts. A lot. When I look in the mirror, I don't see my eyes Instead of seeking, I echo the cries I carry on, closer to death than before you

Trying to muster from a fetal position It hurts. A lot. When I look in the mirror, I don't see my eyes Instead of seeking, I echo the cries I carry on, closer to death than before you oblivious of the currents and the cues

Trying to muster from a fetal position It hurts. A lot. When I look in the mirror, I don't see my eyes Instead of seeking, I echo the cries I carry on, closer to death than before you oblivious of the currents and the cues I choose

Trying to muster from a fetal position It hurts. A lot. When I look in the mirror, I don't see my eyes Instead of seeking, I echo the cries I carry on, closer to death than before you oblivious of the currents and the cues I choose to focus on the fruit instead of the bruise

Trying to muster from a fetal position It hurts. A lot. When I look in the mirror, I don't see my eyes Instead of seeking, I echo the cries I carry on, closer to death than before you oblivious of the currents and the cues I choose to focus on the fruit instead of the bruise

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