Wallflower Still Blooming. Moving Mountains With Their Minds.

To concentrate was to coin a phrase WAS TO ACTUALLY officiate: this amidst their own state— of utterly interPLAY, “in=DEED(.) We’ve been bothered by the blue-eyed boy and then… something else rather altogether—->

Contrarily Contemplative.” It’s taken hours and days and weeks of weakly admitted months ‘Til.. aged Years of

Trying to survive amidst UTTER denial of One-Mind-Versus-Any-OtherBecame(!!) To finally portray, PRObably, their very own sense of Initial DeSign

Will take// absolutely everything, actually, and it felt fucksake ImProbAbLe and CERTainly an exhaUSting thing of

AforeMENTIONED agonised SuRviVal. They have done ALL of it with their minds about to DIE multiplied via a
Million wAsTeD angles AND aDdLeD AVENUES: of holding onto the scope of hope of an altogether —->> rather habitually disintegrated BrAiN. Ignoring the state of their ill-repaired despair.