Somewhere in a quiet little nook of this city, slipping into something that’s a little less like a disguise. You are not alone here. Open up your eyes. We cannot sleep. We’ll just hold our breath tonight. Two strangers. Hope don’t matter. It don’t matter. Time will pulse on and tomorrow will come and go. Or at least I’ve been told so.
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