"I’ve lost all direction!
I’ve lost all my direction!
And now I wish
That I
Would have believed
Could have believed
Escape! Escape!
Nature's indifferent hand
Retreat! Retreat!
To the bliss of our creation
We were born and raised
To live beyond
The heft and weight of a world undone
Like a bird
From the north
Our hearts will roam in search of warmth."
This is prophylaxis, a practiced absence, a safer distance. He is a fine clinician to diagnose this, a sound decision. This is a family practice, it's anesthetic, it's nonreactive. This is a termination, a fine resemblance, but no relation.
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