Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Screw that (but not literally)
Passion is the brevity in his whisper,
Passing gently into nothingness, pulling me closer
And stabbing me with his moral.
I leave, wounded, my life leaking beneath my feet.
Figures.
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Passing gently into nothingness, pulling me closer
And stabbing me with his moral.
I leave, wounded, my life leaking beneath my feet.
Figures.
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Screw that (but not literally)
Screw that (but not literally)
