and im not supposed to understand.
i know my limit.
there's been
Christian:
please let me bring this one
thing you know well-
Christian:
when will we see eye to eye where were
Christian:
constant – secession – procession - what binds you
im sick of watching everything turn to nothing
when theres
Christian:
finally
disgust settles in
stagnant rivers
dreams of pale green
aban
we stand out here waiting for mourning to come
in
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