Leaves are whispering to me in the middle on the night. They are telling me about the world, but I'm too busy being suicidal. And so it goes, 'round & 'round, and nothing changes. I listen to lies, but not to leaves.
I shall paint all day. And build a house in the woods. I will befriend animals & sprits, and fly around our kingdom. I will have amazing conversations, and do yoga, and read all the books there are. I will tap into the collective consciousness and.
This world is mine.
I shall paint all day. And build a house in the woods. I will befriend animals & sprits, and fly around our kingdom. I will have amazing conversations, and do yoga, and read all the books there are. I will tap into the collective consciousness and.
This world is mine.
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