edith

every time i think i'm doneevery time i think i've escapedwith the city in flames behind meas i run for the sunseti can't help but look backand no matter how many timesi've been told i shouldn't turn aroundor what angel warns meto look away from the demolitionthat lies behind mei fear i'm doomed to always beyour pillar of salt

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