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My arm is tired,
From holding up this façade.
•
The straps around my head,
Are suffocating my mind.
•
I am blind,
Looking through these slits.
^
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^
My arm is tired,
From holding up this façade.
•
The straps around my head,
Are suffocating my mind.
•
I am blind,
Looking through these slits.
^
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro