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[bus_leaves_now]

and it seems as though every living creature is too hot to hold.
if you're lucky you might find the secret to life:
that sometimes you just have to let it burn your hands.
the scars won't heal, but nor will the past.
and it's romance.
its weakness melts
and it's left with nothing but
its strength and its health.
you can't be too careful when you're dealing with doubt.
sometimes fear has no other way out,
so if you just shut your mouth forever
you'll be safe. it'll never leak out.
don't scream. don't whisper.
all of a sudden, it looked at the door
and it saw something that it hadn't before.
its hope.
and its romance.
(you're faded. you used to be so bright.)
I had a dream in which love came in the form of rain.