14.3.08

Break through and never look back.

Break through and never look back.



Break through and never look back
'cause they'll chase you down that getaway track

I'll but you time, love, don't worry about me
our stories as wildfire, that's all we need

genocides unearthed by tales alone
perhaps then will our torture be known.

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hum-wha?

I live on a hill, and it's pretty humdrum. I also take pictures.

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