I will die alone and be left there.
Well I guess I'll just go home,
Oh, God knows where.
Because death is just so full and man so small.
Well I'm scared of what's behind and what's before.
And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears.
And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Get over your hill and see what you find there,
With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair.
After the storm. Mumford and Sons.
I'm really good at breaking down at the end of the semester. In fact, it wouldn't be a stretch to say that it is one of the things I am best at. I feel like it is already too late for me.
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