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A child lost in her mind.

The mind that rejects reality. Creates its own.

Bracing at will. Binding in paroxysms.

Disorder does not define her. Disorder controls her.

 

The mind that rejects reality. Creates its own.

Projecting images of wandering nightmares and lost dreams

Disorder does not define her. Disorder controls her.

A child swimming in lunacy

 

 Projecting images of wandering nightmares and lost dreams

A gift, it might seem. Beauty?

A child swimming in lunacy

Maddened gape turned to sanguine gaze

 

A gift, it might seem. Beauty?

The souls not of curse—but of opportunity.

Maddened gape turned to sanguine gaze

An apotheosis of wits, turning the darkness into light

 

The souls not of curse—but of opportunity.

A child lost in her mind.

An apotheosis of wits, turning the darkness into light

Bracing at will. Binding in paroxysms.

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