Back when all my little goals seemed so important, every pot of gold filled and full of distortion. Heaven was a place still in space, not in motion. But soon. We went walking through the hills, trying to pretend that we both know. Maybe if we save up we can build a little home. But then the hell storm came and yelled, "You need to let go; you've got no control." No. This weight's too much alone. Some days I can't hold it all; you take it on for me. When tomorrow's too much, I'll carry it all. I've got you. I got you, I got everything. I don't need anything more than you. I've got everything because I've got you.
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