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the rain is falling harder the sky is growing darker its a wicked, cold night i wiish i could walk in the park
the night is when i really live but the days are getting longer the sun is blindin, exposing i wish that i were stronger
i can deal with the blackest nights and the wind blowing colder my life has made me this way even now that i'm older
i'm slowly dying inside there's not much to say the world is slowly parting as i quickly fade away
does it matter anymore? it all makes me wonder is there really anything else? what is the point in this? |
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