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This tension is growing along with us, holding out,

we feel it, It stays through storms and summers now,

with no end. These days seem to shorten when you stand here,

but you're no here and this air stands still,

hold anything to keep from letting go, Attention is paid to this

distance, The times that we are close we know how this feels

alright, and it feels alright, so we'll wait for these weeks to come

and slowly g, and it seems I never end up coming back home,

but we're holding tighter now to what we want, there was a

time when I meant this

Give up now.

Pay for country trails A good distraction Is what I...

you talk talk talk of how you're looking forward. But...

the volume is up again. Closing the spaces left within...

I must confess that nothings changed for now. While knives...

this town is a ghost town, of funerals and lets...

I'm waking up because of smelling salts that I've been...

You break down systematically when everything is black and white...

no interest in this motion. It's leading us too far,...

and now it seems so odd to me that I...

Forcing this to bend until breaking it apart. Supposing this...