Dikta — Someone, Somewhere
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The page isn’t blank anymore
And it’s corners are bent
It’s turned from bright white to yellow
But it’s readable still
Someone, somewhere
Someone was made for you
Someone, somewhere
Someone believes in you
But maybe they’re dead
Here, at the end of all things
Our packed bags have no use
All that We Brought to this place
Had been dragging us down
But the mountains have moved
And the earth has stopped spinning
The river ran deep
But now it’s half-empty
You are you own saviour
