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"i’ll be right there, but you’ll have to grab my throat and lift me in the air if you need anyone"
"can't stop thinking about if and when i'll die for now i see that if and when are truly different cries for if is purely panic and when is solemn sorrow and one invades today while the other spies tomorrow"
"if i keep moving, they won't know, i'll morph to someone else"
"when everyone you thought you knew deserts your fight, i'll go with you. you're facing down a dark hall, i'll grab my light, and go with you"
"poisonous vibrations help my body run, i'm runnin' for my life"
"we don't get enough love? well, they get a fraction, they say: how could he go if he's got everything? i'll mourn for a kid, but won't cry for a king"
"neon gravestones try to call for my bones [...] but they won't get them, no, they won't get them"
"yeah, they might be talking behind your head, your exterior world can step off instead, it might take some friends and a warmer shirt but you don't get thick skin without getting burnt"
"when bishops come together they will know that dema don’t control us"
"though i am bruised, face of contusions, know i'll keep moving"
"i created this world to feel some control, destroy it if i want"
"i'm still not sure if fear's a rival or a close relative to truth, either way it helps to hear these words bounce off of you, the softest echo could be enough for me to make it through"
"last year i needed change of pace, couldn't take the pace of change, moving hastily; but this year, though i'm far from home in trench i'm not alone, these faces facing me, they know, they know what i mean"