Future Selves Must Wait, Apart

Music: Oran Do Cheap Breatainn. Sequenced by Barry Taylor.

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Future selves must wait, apart. Old whispers I do not restrain Roam in me wild. Only Thus I come to live again. Yet for now I cannot start. One gets used to being lonely; No one presses on the heart. Emptiness makes room for pain.