at that low point (Octa)

over flowing emotions

life not in motion

filling these empty cups

want a life adventure, want to learn a culture

wishful thinking

dreams are for when you are asleep

then let me sleep

battery-less remote

unable to switch off these emote

feelings weight me down

gravity weaken, unable to pull me up

diagnose with a case of the ‘Blood Curse’

contracted at birth

“until death do us part”

at that low point, Octave

on a miracle note

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