Interlude ; Crescent

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Desire,

Obsession,

Fear,

Hesitation,

Self-hatred,

Trauma,

Frustration,

Distortion.


Standing on the edge of where our confusions have led us,

We are gathered here.

The tears and sweat we shed return to a river,

And it pulls us to this vast world.


Can we find it?


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Wandering around with this unknown fever,

We now rise towards a new path,


To a place where I can find myself,

To a place, where our treasure lies.

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