The one who supposed to be tending to my open wounds
light-heartedness  
and taming my unyielding spirit.

Searching...

He must be animated
light in spirit cause even catching myself ain't so easy

I know he's somewhere here in this atmosphere
all the times my *** has disappeared

He has left not one stone unturned and it's been all a wild goose chase but people see my poker face and I am still

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