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Ignore how crunchy this looks I’ll make a better resolution version maybe or never

Behold my monkies

Original referenced illustration by Gelett Burgess under the cut

I fell asleep down by the stream

And there I had the strangest dream

And down by Brennan's Glenn there grows

A briar and a rose

There's a tree in the forest

I don't know where

I built a nest out of your hair

And climbing up into the air

A briar and a rose

I picked the rose one early morn

I pricked my finger on a thorn

They'd grown so close

Their winding wove

the briar around the rose

What if we both had unhealthy, toxic fixations with our shitty brothers because they were the only source of comfort we had growing up in a cold, uncaring home, but now they only want to use us as means to an end? What if we both yearned for the comfort and simplicity of our childhoods, but were looking through rose tinted glasses at a perfect past that never existed, and now only serves to burden us? What if we were both trying desperately to grab onto any semblance of power, by any means necessary, in a system rigged against us from the start? What if it wasn't enough. What if the only way to escape was to walk away from everything we've ever known? What if we chose something better? What if we chose freedom?

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