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The Deadlights The Noisy Shore Ep

my hands serves to help me make amends with myself. I don't think about you anymore. You cannot be the tide to me, you no longer navigate these shores

How hope keeps us afloat. I've walked these streets. It's time to shake myself from being asleep. But I can't find a way to see this out. Is this the

I woke up again at the lost and found. My bones were still shaking from letting you down. But that voice, so clear through the static sound, those eyes