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Wrought,
Mold
Through
Nn-tense experience.
Form
Tempered;
Ready to bear
Light.

Born.

Seperated
From its mother
Six months alone, in the dark
No love, cursed in silence
Life sings a pathetic song.
Yet, through a twist of luck, the form absconds fate.

Guardians have adopted, filled the form full of hope
Taught how to express oneself
Through sonic waves and well placed names
Distinct all the way to the grave.

Solipsolistic thoughts pervade reality
No context for its abilities, no tree.
Theres only one way for me to demonstrate
Avow the complexity of my being
Rock and roll never felt so good...

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