I've always said there is something inside me that responds to desperation. That end of the line super hero kick of rightousness, once on the edge then to the point. My faith in the absurd.
Mountains have always moved when I ultimately need them too. Does the world bend to my will or do I finally bend when the world flickers in the night? Maybe it's both.
Can I live like this forever? This time I'm honestly asking you.
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