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And every time I see your face, the oceans heave up to my heart.
You make me wanna strain at the oars, and soon I can see the shore.

i have no energy left to stress-write, but i sure as hell can stress-draw.
(or: i was on the train, thinking maybe i’ll buy chicken nuggets to snack on tomorrow for the s8 binge, and then my traitor of a phone played this song and i ended up crying because of sheith)

KILL ME DEAD TOMORROW S8!