carrying--valiant as ants--
relics of their fallen friends.
They see me turn muddy, as I
drink me (60% water, baby)
You'd think I am called grief.
I'm keeping an eye out for you
yearning for you for when you
are already inside (my head)
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Post Christmas Crash: "stop crying your heart out"
We used to listen to this Oasis song when At was a toddler and then it popped up on the playlist today when we were ferrying stuff At was ...
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