Clever words can’t help me now



The truth is like a blanket that always leaves your feet cold. You push it, stretch it, it'll never be enough. You kick at it, beat it, it'll never cover any of us. From the moment we enter crying to the moment we leave dying, it'll just cover your face as you wail and cry and scream
Guada. 18. Buenos Aires.

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The world is ours if we want it,
We can take it, if you just take my hand.
The world is ours if we want it,
We can take it, if you just take my hand.
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