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The waters will still flow, Snow will still melt, The wind will still blow, We are all harnessed to a life belt. The sun will still shine, The moon will still rise, Must be fate’s design
What a feeling it must be, To fall and tumble and fly so free. To fling yourself from a rooftop high, To call your friend and say goodbye. And beware the man, dressed in black. Holding a gun.
The awkward thing about permenance is just how contradiciting it is.
Ever do or say something that
Why do I write in pencil? I'm afraid of permenant feelings. Why is your name in Sharpie? Because you're already permenant, darling.