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an ambition, a dream pumped up hearts and faith we are not as different as them in the rain, we shivered when duty calls they say we are brave but our hands shakes as we gripped the spear is it the blood, or is it death? what of this fear we cannot take? the droplets turned to angry music we were terrified of what? too scared to lose a roof in the storm anxiety creeps on our beds we are sleepless again our comfort is not ours to keep because life is a battle where no one really wins
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Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC
the angry rain of august
an ambition, a dream pumped up hearts and faith we are not as different as them in the rain, we shivered when duty calls they say we are brave but our hands shakes as we gripped the spear is it the blood, or is it death? what of this fear we cannot take? the droplets turned to angry music we were terrified of what? too scared to lose a roof in the storm anxiety creeps on our beds we are sleepless again our comfort is not ours to keep because life is a battle where no one really wins
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Aug 12, 2017
Aug 12, 2017 at 8:33 AM UTC
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