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Deep in space there is a black hole overflowing with scrunchies

Ask your wounds for their origin story

Only paper can hold the weight of worlds created

You are the love of your life

Release Heal Grow

The storms in your life nourish you for better tomorrows

The feeling of being too much or not enough are both lies

Act as if you can’t fail soaking up the lessons that entail

Somewhere there is a parallel world where we’re living our non pandemic dreams

Empty stadium Players on base Crowd soundtrack