Feeling seen through The Prism
Broken into parts
Losing _ self in the mind
Dissolving _ boundaries
Giving _ all to the idea
_ need _
To build us
A work of art
A monument
Eternally becoming
Higher
Stronger
Reaching
Rooted
Still
?
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