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Road
The road never-ending
I walked and ,
walked
the stones piercing my foot ,
the rough land making me bleed.
My hair falling on my face ,
so greasy and dirty .
My fingers rough ,
painted black due to the stress .
My heart...
The road never-ending
I walked and ,
walked
the stones piercing my foot ,
the rough land making me bleed.
My hair falling on my face ,
so greasy and dirty .
My fingers rough ,
painted black due to the stress .
My heart...
