I rarely feel breathless - only when i walk up the hill.
there's no script to follow
those words are like scissors in your hands
you were my best friend
i walk this wire alone tonight.
When i was eight, I sat next to a boy named Jeremy. We were sailors in the same boat.
One day, we realized we didn't know how to spell 'scissors'.
sometimes, you realize you miss someone before they're gone.
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