maybe there's a god above, but all i ever learned from love
was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.
it's not a cry that you hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light.
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
so thankful for my life here. so impressed at each person i've grown close to. so happy to say this was mine. thanks everyone.
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