it’s just all empty all the time and i try to fill myself by laughing often and listening to good music but it all drains out of me and i’m left back where i started.

fingers crossed.
you're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away.
you know where you hope this train will take you,
but you can't know for sure.
but it doesn't matter.
how can it not matter?

because we'll be together.

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