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I just let this flow, and figured I would see what people have to say before and if I edit it.

Once all the maybes and somedays have finished pouring from our mouths,
We will realize what we sought all along was always within our grasp,
hidden from us only by our white-knuckled clutch on the definition of normal.

Yes, we'll re-build. Re-shape, take new form, brand new, yet in our blood all along.

This current keeps getting stronger, life is lost within it, so far from the surface.

Gotta keep up. Gotta look so ****ing smooth.

Gotta keep up.

The air is so new. It stings the throat, with time we will adapt.

Yes, we'll re-build. Re-shape, take new form, brand new, yet in our blood all along.

Yes. Maybe someday.