Feeling down again.
"I've got a cupboard with cans of food, filtered water, and pictures of you and I'm not coming out until this is all over. And I'm looking through the glass. Where the light bends at the cracks. And I'm screaming at the top of my lungs. Pretending the echoes belong to someone. Someone I used to know."
(We Will Become Silhouettes, The Postal Service)
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