Oct 2021
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the silence of the midnight sea,
was like the echo of society,
is this what was it supposed to be?
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a grey cloud overshadows me,
I am withering.
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the silence of the midnight sea,
was like the echo of society,
is this what was it supposed to be?
.
a grey cloud overshadows me,
I am withering.
words are not simple,
that sometimes I just want to be a cloud.
that sometimes I just want to be a cloud.
