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we will call this place our home,
the dirt in which our roots may grow.
though the storms will push and pull,
we will call this place our home.
we’ll tell our stories on these walls.
every year, measure how tall.
and just like a work of art,
we’ll tell our stories on these walls.
[ NORTH, sleeping at last ]
the dirt in which our roots may grow.
though the storms will push and pull,
we will call this place our home.
we’ll tell our stories on these walls.
every year, measure how tall.
and just like a work of art,
we’ll tell our stories on these walls.
[ NORTH, sleeping at last ]
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Date: 2018-02-22 04:08 am (UTC)[No prisoner, not sent to live with the pigs, and yet he still betrayed them. She thought that would be the worst of it.]
Do you hate him?