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fading
I can't control
The rage building inside me
The crust of my esteem
Are dry
With cracks
and I can't see clouds
Whose rain can sooth
My land
The sound of dry...
The rage building inside me
The crust of my esteem
Are dry
With cracks
and I can't see clouds
Whose rain can sooth
My land
The sound of dry...
