I saw myself in the mirror and avoided the gaze
I saw my hands flying with feathers trembling
My teeth got swallowed when the tongue didn't work right
My stomach embracing the rugged cliffs
I found the body of mine going home hearing no sound
I found myself in the leaves in the grave dug
I found myself fetal in the unmade bed
I found myself depressed again
But, well, I found myself.
I found myself
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