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i can still hear the cries of my ancestors
they pour out from me every time i am forced to choose between myself and the world
screaming, shrieking
we died to keep you alive
we died to keep you alive
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i can still hear the cries of my ancestors
they pour out from me every time i am forced to choose between myself and the world
screaming, shrieking
we died to keep you alive
we died to keep you alive
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro