Through the dark days when the night seemed to be the daylight, that was ours to me.

I thought maybe it cared. Through these heavy days I thought maybe they would come. The salad days ended long ago and now I feel like this. It means not to say I was alone it means the world to say I am. My name new amongst old friends.

They always said I was the world so now in this day in this icy bloody world where are you?
In his legs no. In her heart no. In his heart no. In his heart no. In his heart no. In him, no.
I ache. I starve myself for that day. When age is old and we see each one wither again. I know we see each other again and at night, alone.

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