Existence.
When I'm silent,
I have thunder
hidden inside.
But all this faking,
is making me
want to cry.
And let go,
of the last hand
in my grasp.
And float into nothingness
and be at peace,
at last.
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When I'm silent,
I have thunder
hidden inside.
But all this faking,
is making me
want to cry.
And let go,
of the last hand
in my grasp.
And float into nothingness
and be at peace,
at last.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro