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and if you could slow your heart you would only die a little
that impulse
that adrenaline
it would keep you going
noises come from everything to tell stories of distance and labor
and the what-if's become reality
lives pass underneath each other in layers always aware but never noticing
seen every strand of faith break and fall
helping hands flow down to ( Read more... )
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