“We must live on in order
To be happy someday”
It’s alright to think like this some days
Even if I know that not everything
Reflected in these eyes is beautiful
Unable to react to the tragedy before our eyes
There’s no way we can reach out to tragedies far away
immature
Quote:
Originally Posted by Evan Odinson
Not trying to be overdramatic but A song for XX has always felt like an anthem for me, even now.
When will I grow up?
How long can I stay a child?
Where have I come running from?
Where am I running to?
A song for XX
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Same here.