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i'll be the one if you want me to

the sky is gone and it's delicious. a boneless, colorless, seasonless ceiling presses ever closer. the raindrops are effusive and the music is sad and they all bow in defeat while my soul soars.

when the world is washed, we start over: welcome to now. this is your life and these are your promises. it's a gift. the dark day is bursting at the seams with blinding light. my soul can't do anything BUT soar.

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