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The tears My heart became dark Loosing every ounce of redness to it's pump So it became heavy The thunderstorms were the aches that pained right through The tears broke down my face As every drop of storm was just the beginning It poured and poured till there was no more Till I became sickled to end the storm There was gon' be light after the storm had passed A symbol of hope I guess But my heart had stopped Underneath the storm I was.. All that was left is the cold I feel.
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Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC
The tears
The tears My heart became dark Loosing every ounce of redness to it's pump So it became heavy The thunderstorms were the aches that pained right through The tears broke down my face As every drop of storm was just the beginning It poured and poured till there was no more Till I became sickled to end the storm There was gon' be light after the storm had passed A symbol of hope I guess But my heart had stopped Underneath the storm I was.. All that was left is the cold I feel.
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Oct 3, 2019
Oct 3, 2019 at 6:46 PM UTC
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