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the sky turns grey and then the patters softly fall down dampen my clothe it feels so cold stand between the unvailing decisions stare at the old fool cry for the unsure stuck in this skittish i know i should run furthermost unchain my soul but should i let this cracky heart just fall onto miserable surface?
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
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the sky turns grey and then the patters softly fall down dampen my clothe it feels so cold stand between the unvailing decisions stare at the old fool cry for the unsure stuck in this skittish i know i should run furthermost unchain my soul but should i let this cracky heart just fall onto miserable surface?
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Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
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