& how it hurts even in the sun, it's a goddamn joke how we can hurt even in the sun. for a heart beats the best in a bed beside the one that it loves. yes, a heart beats the best when in a head death becomes irrelevant. cause if you're dreaming about dying then you're not really living, darling. you've got to be starving, you've got to be starving for it & if you're crying by the moon, in the sun you better lift up that chin.

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