The celebration of the existence of one being
all crossed within the interpretations of perception, and self worth
the very idea of objectification - not only under the scopes of feminism
you and I have became the by-products, bricks of the wall
the web of capitalism
Where do our paths cross, with this fluctuating frequency
I'd prefer to soar high, or crawl under
so that's how I ended wandering in the woods, with my shadow
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