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Feb 2014
Life goes on
And we must separate the wood from the rain
I find myself trapped in clouds of grey
Mourning, grieving, breaking

Life keeps on rolling
And I'm swept under by the rip tides
Crying for a breath of air
To say goodbye.
Sora
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