Sad prayers for guilty bodies

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In silence, I like to think aloud.
You say this is the end.
I know it’s not the end.
I took a picture of heaven when we broke down
Across the Cheyenne Line.
I never will forget
The color of that sky and all the lights.

We missed the point of living
So caught up in this moment.
We threw out all convictions
And traded them for substance.
This life you hold so near will fade in time.

And so it goes.
No, we won’t let go.
If you are alive, then be truly alive.
Just open up your eyes. Pay attention to the signs.
The color of this sky, an endless night.

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The Wonder Years - “This Party Sucks”

In case you were wondering,
I promised myself that I would try to be more social at parties.
Can someone tell these kids liking the rain no longer counts as an idiosyncrasy.
In fact, I think that Rupert Holmes wrote a song about it in the ’70s.
And consequently, he also saved the Pina Colada industry.

Say, say you’ll stay in with me today.
Say, say you’ll stay.
Cuz you won’t find me on the North Jersey club scene
With the Girls Gone Wild B-team.
I don’t need to pump my fist to look sweet.

disput3:

and i can’t fucking take it anymore

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