Achim Wollscheid

Rookie (10/13/93 / Leipzig, Germany)

Run, Run, Run

We’re at seams
Threads and ending things
We know it’s just the world
But we know its hurtful ways
We hold each other’s hands
And their faces grow distressed
They all scoff at us
Unmoved and merciless
We’re fond, you and I

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