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The Plans That They Have Made
They dont want us to be friends anymore, don't want us to extend our hands anymore, they don't want us to give her breathe anymore, they want us to put her to sleep for now, lay her down for now, maybe we can erase how time makes us baked, baking, staking stakes against one another. The Plans that they have made are meaningless. The Immortal are alive inside you, carry it with you, we'll carry them with us. We are The Broken,Their Saviors , and The Immortal |
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