An end has a start
How can you know what things are worth, if your hands won't move to do a days work? You fuse my broken bones back together and then lift the weight of the world from my shoulders again. We've all been changed from what we were, our broken hearts smashed on the floor. There's people climbing out of their cars, lining the roadside, trying to glimpse at the dead.
No emo.
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