How does the waters flow from thy eyes but thy do not drowned? Sucking up a thunderstorm puddle of liqued like a sponge the first time its used absorbing the pain,sadness in anguish that pours into my dark hole of a lake. You can't tell if I'm ok the anger a shake of fire that strikes my veins like hot ice. No one to stop the crazy sensory like game save me from thy self before I break.
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