I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun
I'll be the bright, in black, that's makin you run
- one republic
Til the love runs out. Apparently the love has not yet run out. I went tues and weds and thurs despite my awful lung and eye affliction. So if I go tomorrow it will be my salvation. So.
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