p.108

no more blood spilled tears
no more ink soaked fingers
scraping on black walls
no more restraints
no more internal bleeding

laughter lines
smiles
light filled eyes
joyful voices
music
music
music

blurred out shapes
we are becoming one with the sky
we are getting out of reach
our reality’s grip on us is loosening
only music
only music

there is safety in uncertainty
the future is not definite
we are not destined to be lost
in the darkness

there is a way out
we will be free

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