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This is for the ones still hurting, lost and confused, this is for the ones still searching, in every dark room and every gray day. I know what it's like to feel like the only thing keeping your heart still beating is the sounds that rain at every meeting. Dark words written on dark nights, heart vs. mind fights, longing to be screamed, longing to shatter glass, together on these destined days we yell our past. And it's not a past that we want to remember, but it's something we need to share together. Just a bunch of ugly kids with ugly faces, looking for life in all the wrong places. We've had everything taken from us, but carry on we know we must. Long walks, secret meetings, rainy days, anxiety beatings. School bells, crowded halls, late nights, and car-ride yells. This town was never bigger enough for us and we understand that now, so we'll keep to ourselves until we can follow the sound of other dead ends and together we can be more than hopeless kids. But for now we've got a song in our heads and our feet feel full of lead, but we've got a long way to go with a head full of words and a body full of cursed nerves.