Growing Pains

New bones sprouting from burdens and mistakes. Psyches surviving alley fights with a democracy gone rogue. Feeding the beast that is time stalking us, doing our best not to get our heads chewed off. From stones, carving intellects sharp enough, and weapon enough to save us from dangerous primal instincts. Untethering ourselves from the mothership of mayhem, floating off into the harmonic stardust. Witnessing ourselves in cracked mirrors, and realizing that despite it all, we can remain beautiful and unbroken.

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