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I'm a mountain that has been moved I'm a river that is all dried up I'm an ocean nothing floats on I'm a sky that nothing wants to fly in I'm a sun that doesn't burn hot I'm a moon that never shows it's face I'm a mouth that doesn't smile I'm a word that no one ever wants to say... I don't wanna be, He wasn't finding anybody when he was on the shelf I saw him in my dream I'm a mountain that has been moved I'm a fugitive that has no legs to run I'm a preacher with no pulpit Spewing a sermon that goes on and on... Well if we take all these things and we bury them fast And we'll pray that they turn into seeds, to roots and then g

Sometimes you can cry until there's nothing wet left in you. You can scream & curse to where your throat rebels & ruptures. You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen. And still, it makes no difference. It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you. And you know that if it ever did relent... it would not be because it cared. - JHONEN VASQUEZ