Is it naive to make plans that seem so far away?

We all carry these things inside that no one else can see. They hold us down like anchors, they drown us out at sea

Dead horizons

Come on skinny love, just last the year

Lay me down, and tell me everything will be alright.

If it were up to me, I would construct a key to your heart and finally set you free.

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