without a mask
without a mask
I always try to forget my name, but I exist in a city of yellers.
They keep calling my name.
Shades won't hide me, the city calls her children.
Inside the dark lanes, the wind is slamming the doors of a few empty caskets.
I always try to forget my name, but the callers...
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