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a tribe of seven down to six one went home peacefully momma cried in her sleep a tribe of seven down to six the chieftain called awakening me while all the others waited patiently they began their rituals and made amends with the reality of things before they moved on with business as usual Would I ever want to go back to sleep? a tribe of seven down to six slowly vanishing into history momma stopped crying eventually all I had left was a memory I released my beliefs so I wouldn't fall back to sleep missing out on the moments of life as they arrived a tribe of seven now down to six ~•~ a beautiful milieu Image mayhem181 https://www.instagram.com/mayhem181/