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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