This place feels different somehow, Inside eight walls stretched long. Discourse of highness Herbal attraction. Fell into my hands... Daydreaming things that are sad. I ask myself why? Who am I questioning? Who? Theres no one in front of me. Just breathe the breath, Like a wind I couldnt find. Like a wind in winters time. Daunting daughters were trying to help. Anya Mama glacial. Such a sad face... Shes got such a sad face to see when shes sleeping.
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