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im writing this with one hand
im sinking lower than i wanted too this season
its heavy, and with weights tied to your ankles its hard to pull yourself up.
and with those you've turned your back on pulling at your sleeves its hard to set yourself free
and its getting colder, day by day
we all got our ways of staying warm
and hunting is becoming second nature
whether for that something more, or for just the thrill.
but through it all, through everything that ails me
I'll remember:
even god himself couldn't strike me down
im sinking lower than i wanted too this season
its heavy, and with weights tied to your ankles its hard to pull yourself up.
and with those you've turned your back on pulling at your sleeves its hard to set yourself free
and its getting colder, day by day
we all got our ways of staying warm
and hunting is becoming second nature
whether for that something more, or for just the thrill.
but through it all, through everything that ails me
I'll remember:
even god himself couldn't strike me down