someone burned our village down, and now we're dead and we don't know it.
this is what it's like to die in your sleep. but it will be fine.
i knew this day would come, but i fucking hate you anyway.
"Get out!" is what i keep screaming at you because i'm dead and how can you be here?
trauma, trauma
and you will come back.
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