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6:45 PM / BY agnes obel
Nobody taught her that she doesn't have to die with every unsteady breath, And nobody taught her that "fuck you" doesn't mean "I love you" She's watching herself go wild She's watching herself go without any place to come back to Her heart beats so deep beneath all the sheets of pain I could give every tear she's crying a name Eyes swollen...

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beyond this place

8:17 PM / BY agnes obel
barbed wire coils itself precariously around the edges of the prison it can be difficult to tell  what they are trying to keep in, and what they are trying to keep out chain-linked fences standing upright as soldiers do. only what they are told, only what they have convinced themselves they are built for. but is anything built for what it ultimately becomes...

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tell them im only seventeen

6:27 PM / BY agnes obel
if the grow up committee asks, tell them i still remember my first day of kindergarten  and i hate spending money,  because i'm afraid of letting things go.  tell them i still use coloring books and that i play with my food when i'm full. tell them i haven't forgotten my favorite lullaby,  but i can't remember the quadratic formula tell them i'm old enough to...

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tribute to rosyln

4:10 PM / BY agnes obel
i apologize mother maybe you've only seen black and white but god is the best artist  because hideous dangers are always decorated beautifully. your words are only the stitches, so i won't keep trying to immunize with avoidance and i'll be better at distinguishing my dreams from  my conscious life. please hear me, i'm burning the fears out of my head because my prayers...

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until daylight apologizes

6:09 PM / BY agnes obel
we've managed to connect stars into constellations and feelings into words and we've memorized the night sky  based upon the location of the north star and we are all moving, changing. we are running back home to tell everyone about our  trip to paris.  but just remember, wherever you are, i am too just put your thumb to the moon and even though...

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symphony no. 18

1:29 PM / BY agnes obel
at four years old my fingers touched the keys for the first time and i wondered why the only song i could play was called "chopsticks" six years old i was finally big enough  to tell people i play, without them thinking i was kidding ten years old i wrote down  "musician" when asked to  describe myself in one word   eleven years old...

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