The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet. - Jar of Quotes
The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.


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But you'll never say neverAugust now has faded in the silence of the rainEvery place I go, I'll think of you,But it gets me going, gets me into the shower'Cause I get shy around bullshitI'm a girl but I'd rather hang out with boys because it is less drama.