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We know the truth, not only by reason, but by the heart. So call the wolves, and exhale. Exhale all hope you had for this future. We know how the story goes, reach for the sky, but be sure to touch your toes. To be loved, to be loved what a wonderful feeling. We are always getting ready to live, but never living.
And I'll be there for you, through hell and high water. And I suppose this is how predictions are made, and I suppose some people prefer this kind of debauchery, From dark cages to darker cellars. Even my shadow, ceases to follow me at two in the afternoon. I have no good memories left to lose. And "we break somethings just to call them broken"
One ship sails east, and the other west, byself, the same winds that blow. It is the set of the sails, and not the gails that tell us the way we go. And as it turns out, times have changed, but you haven't a bit.
As my blood drips into the soil, it fills the aquifer.
Next time, think twice before drinking from the well, lest you drink the blood you have spilt...
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