Everything is safely stored in the Archives
“Ah, but a man’s reach should exceed his grasp, Or what’s a heaven for?”
You know I love you but I can’t see how lucky I am; too busy looking, to find you. And I keep wishing on a star, but for what I’m not sure…
...Watch me rise up and leave all the ashes you made out of me.
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