I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.
Don't wanna be here? Send us removal request.
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they say the grass is green wherever you water it, but i don't think that's true.
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like antennas to heaven... - march 20
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and sometimes, she still wants to just play outside. - march 4th
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she's still inside of you. she never left. - march 4th.
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there is no light on for me. - dec 24
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Unconditional love isn't a free pass to hurt me.
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“It is November and I can see my soul / slowly leaving my body every time I exhale.”
— — Heather Cahoon, from “Blonde,” When the Light of the World Was Subdued, Our Songs Came Through
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