Sometimes I feel so low I think I might sink into dust.
The different wavelengths; the certitude; the poison on the brain.
So I open a book, grab a pencil, feel the rings on my fingers.
This is it.
Wounds will fade.
You have a story to tell.
Make it beautiful, Snap.
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