he told me I am beautiful because I know what the world has to say.
I can tell by the clouds whether She is angry or sad, and I can tell by the sunset if She is disappointed or glad.
I can hear Her whispers in the wind and feel Her pain in every storm.
She is upset with us.
She's screaming, and I am the only one in the world who will listen.
Sep 4, 2020
Sep 4, 2020 at 4:40 PM UTC
he told me I am beautiful because I know what the world has to say.
I can tell by the clouds whether She is angry or sad, and I can tell by the sunset if She is disappointed or glad.
I can hear Her whispers in the wind and feel Her pain in every storm.
She is upset with us.
She's screaming, and I am the only one in the world who will listen.
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