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When you may as well be light-years apart? When it may not turn out the way you'd hope? You can't see everything. You can't hear everything. I am not a doctor. But I've never wanted to cure someone so badly. When you can't lay it all out because you'll bring about yet another apocalypse. What's another attempt to save somebody's world? Standing withered and worn. Braving the ash and the dust. Holding out a hand. No thorns. No petals. Just a hand, tried and true. Take it? Who knows, we may both be saved.
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 12:11 PM UTC
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When you may as well be light-years apart? When it may not turn out the way you'd hope? You can't see everything. You can't hear everything. I am not a doctor. But I've never wanted to cure someone so badly. When you can't lay it all out because you'll bring about yet another apocalypse. What's another attempt to save somebody's world? Standing withered and worn. Braving the ash and the dust. Holding out a hand. No thorns. No petals. Just a hand, tried and true. Take it? Who knows, we may both be saved.
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Aug 23, 2019
Aug 23, 2019 at 12:11 PM UTC
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