When I woke up this morning the trees didn’t work, bird song had turned to gunfire and the stars were in the dirt. The snow feels like a heatwave, the sunshine feels like rain. If a feather touches my skin, it causes me pain. Come back, come back and make the world work again. Come back and put an end to all this mess. Come back and prove the world’s not heartless.
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