★ ° 。❝ . . . down to flex「 craig 」
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[glow=#5B5B57,1,300]「  YOU ARE LOVED, YOU ARE LOVED MORE THAN YOU KNOW  」
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[justify][font=calibri]❝ . . . you spend your whole life just to remember the sound. when the world was brighter, before we learned to dim it down. call it survival, call it the freedom of will where breath is our own, our compass needle standing still. ur resignation only comes on beaten paths, when the world was flat we dreamt of its edges. if love's elastic, then were we born to test it's reach? is it buried treasure or just a single puzzle piece? it's poison ivy beneath our brave and trusting feet. all revelations come to us in recovery ; cry wolf, cry mercy, cry the name of the one you were raised to believe. cry heart, cry yourself to sleep, cry a storm of tears if it helps you breathe. if it helps you, if it helps you breathe.

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[color=#928F8A][glow=#DED6C8,1,300]I REMEMBER, WE WERE SLEEPING IN CARS, WE WERE SEARCHING FOR OZ  
WE WERE BURNING CIGARS WITH WHITE PLASTICS TIPS UNTIL WE SAW THE SUN            
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I REFUSE TO LOOK BACK THINKING DAYS WERE BETTER JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE YOUNGER DAYS
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[justify][font=calibri]VENTURE / ❝ . . . a gentle breeze filters through glistening canopies, the early morning sun turning the meadow and surrounding flora into a radiant glimmer. you squint against the glare, drawing your wrist messily over your forehead and finally turning your attention to the man next to you. he smiles, a face warmer than the caldarium, a sunbeam through your oculus heart," ready? " he inquires, tone of warmth, cheer and gold, midas - touch on each syllable. you smile back, giving a short nod of affirmation, watching as he turns and faces the rising sun. you take a breath and wonder : where are you heading next?
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[color=#928F8A][glow=#DED6C8,1,300]I REMEMBER, WE WERE SLEEPING IN CARS, WE WERE SEARCHING FOR OZ  
WE WERE BURNING CIGARS WITH WHITE PLASTICS TIPS UNTIL WE SAW THE SUN            
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I REFUSE TO LOOK BACK THINKING DAYS WERE BETTER JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE YOUNGER DAYS
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★ . and on most of the days we were searching for ways to get up and get out of the town that we were raised, yeah, 'cause we were done. i remember, we were sleeping in cars, we were searching for oz ; we were burning cigars with white plastics tips 'til we saw the sun. and we said crazy things like " i refuse to look back thinking days were better just because they're younger days ". i don't know what's 'round the corner. the way i feel right now, i swear we'll never change. back when we were kids, we swore we would never die. you and me were kids, swear that we’ll never die

HOMESICK      sleeping at last
★ . you spend your whole life just to remember the sound. when the world was brighter, before we learned to dim it down. call it survival, call it the freedom of will. where breath is our own, our compass needle standing still. our resignation only comes on beaten paths. when the world was flat we dreamt of its edges. if love's elastic, then were we born to test it's reach? is it buried treasure or just a single puzzle piece? it's poison ivy beneath our brave and trusting feet. all revelations come to us in recovery.


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[color=#928F8A][glow=#DED6C8,1,300]I REMEMBER, WE WERE SLEEPING IN CARS, WE WERE SEARCHING FOR OZ  
WE WERE BURNING CIGARS WITH WHITE PLASTICS TIPS UNTIL WE SAW THE SUN            
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I REFUSE TO LOOK BACK THINKING DAYS WERE BETTER JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE YOUNGER DAYS
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