The Caulfield Cult
Everything We Ever Did
another year, things can only get worse from here.
another day, counting every breath i take without thinking of
everything we ever did, nothing will come from it.
sometimes things just turn into a cold and sad make-believe.
another night, where can i hide you this time?
another scene, deep underground or at the bottom of the sea.
where can i hide you this time?
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