I can’t wait until we digitize feelings
In this giant sea of brakelights
We think that time exists
But it’s only clocks
We’re stuck in our light world.
There are some things that make it worth it
The things that make it concrete.
The foundation.
Foundation.
And the thought of bullets has been giving me chills.
And there is something out there that doesn’t make sense.
Trees turned to leaves, greens to brown.
And it looks so eerie, it looks so bled.
But to us it was something.
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