What did we learn out here
Out here in the dark
With the dust falling
On our shoulders
What did we pick up
From the ground
Cracked and ruined
I'm ready for some water
I'm ready for this winter
To bury me in snow
Up to my hips,
Up to my lips.
I'm ready to go.
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Mostly these things are supposed to be short amusingly depressing musings. They aren't, and will never be, good. You will be happier when you stop hoping for anything better.
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