Between flowers and knives
I find myself trying to survive.
Lost in my thoughts, and riddles and songs.
Wolves howl my name, I think I must go.
Forest of knowledge and wisdom,
I got a cats vision.
with a Newborn's thrist to learn
running away without concern.
With a Newborns Thirst to learn
running away without concern.
running away without concern.
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