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Date of upload: Apr 4, 2015 ^^
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My father died in a car accident in 2017, I was only eight years old. I remember coming across this song and listening to it on loop sitting in the hospital alongside my brother watching our mother sleep as she tried to take her life the night after my father died. We are all alive and healthy to this day, we have all gone through our darkest moments but we are happy today. Thereās always hope.
Edit: Thank you all for the kind comments its beautifully appreciated <3
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Lyrics:
The evil it spread like a fever ahead
It was night when you died, my firefly
What could I have said to raise you from the dead?
Oh could I be the sky on the Fourth of July?
Well you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die
Sitting at the bed with the halo at your head
Was it all a disguise, like Junior High
Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction
Now, where am I?
My fading supply
Did you get enough love, my little dove
Why do you cry?
And I'm sorry I left, but it was for the best
Though it never felt right
My little Versailles
The hospital asked should the body be cast
Before I say goodbye, my star in the sky
Such a funny thought to wrap you up in cloth
Do you find it all right, my dragonfly?
Shall we look at the moon, my little loon
Why do you cry?
Make the most of your life, while it is rife
While it is light
Well you do enough talk
My little hawk, why do you cry?
Tell me what did you learn from the Tillamook burn?
Or the Fourth of July?
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
We're all gonna die
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It's 1am. I lay in my bed and stare at the ceiling as Mystery of Love plays softly. The song soon ends and the intro to this song starts to play. The familiar feeling of sadness washes over me and l invite it. I enjoy the thoughts of my grandmother playing through my head. As l close my eyes, a different kind of thoughts starts to wash over me. Ones of a past l try to hard to forget. Memories of the tears and the blood that flowed down my thigh like a river as the blade falls out of my hand. My mind screams to stop as my breathing gets harder and tears start to flow, but something overpowers that screaming and forces me to continue listening, to continue crying. I think of what my friends and family's reaction to the news that l have killed myself. I imagine their shocked faces as the realization washes over them. I imagine their contorted faces and streams of tears flowing down their faces as memories of us play in their head like some sort of cruel joke. I sob for an hour. By the time it was 2am, l had no more tears to cry and the mucus from my nose needed to be dealt with. Sleep, beautiful sleep, took me into his arms and whispered goodnight into my ear.
That night was a quite brutal night. it made me think of some things that were so horrific to even think of, but it also made me appreciate my friends and my life a little bit more. It made me realize that l cannot die; I cannot hurt my friends and my family like that. Now, a month after that night, l listen to this song and the ping of sadness washes it over me, but also a sense of nostalgia. It is a weird feeling, but it is a feeling l accept.
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My mother was severely mentally ill and drank herself to death over the course of 30 years. I stopped talking to her when I was 15. I grew up and built a happy life for myself but the idea of her and her mental illness still hung like a ghost in my mind. There are so many lines on this album that seem like they were written for me, it's really wild. Such beautiful and sad record
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@Whxisraven
1 year ago
please tell me Im not the only person that crys their eyes out every time they listen to this song
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