Was it all for show?
To turn into all of them
Turning a page
Trust me darlin'
I'm carving 'em up through the dust in your town
Crawling over rubble, just to sound me out
Tend to wonder why?
-Broken Bells-
The trick is to keep breathing. Seems easy enough. You stop breathing, you die. But there are many types of death...
You see what I did there?
xoxo
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