Fight Or Flight One day, when we're grown up and whole, A time will come when none of this will matter anymore. I'll hold the stars in place, so they don't fall in - the cracks in the sky newly filled with sunlight. Dear, I'll be your crutch, your compass, your rope. There'll surely come a day when fight Over flight will be as finely tuned into us both As heart strings. When Bluebeard dies from our dreams And is only a faint memory, replaced with renewed hope - Snowdrops and tulips blossoming from the winter he left That you can still escape; no matter how impossible it may seem. Ellie, I would swap places with you if I could. If you can't walk, I'll carry you there. To #life. To friends. To home.
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