It gets better.
Stay in between my synapses tap it out in Morse code if need be. It gets better. Take me outside to look at the birds flying in unison taste the salty air by the boundless ocean feel the sand between clenched toes. It gets better. Take my mind off what I know is too big for me this thing I always dance around and never mention. That's why there is faith. It's the bridge between the impossible and the infinite. Please get me and mine safely across. dance macabre - ruth williams - 2010
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