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Jan 2015
All I wanted was to see the bears
They're stuck behind glass, we're
stuck behind glass

I fill my empty chest
With the smoke of a cigarette
Let it wither my crooked heart

Name me after the cliffs
We're both made of stone
We face the devil alone

So if you find me
At the bottom of the sea
And my lungs are filled with water
Know that you didn't have to love me
And I'm sorry
esther
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