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The orange sky turns to grey,Melodies of wind start to flow again.Shivering drops fall on our skin;holding your hands, I can forever walk this rain.St..
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true story for me.
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From the darkness within me,an eerie glow that blinded courage,lurked out like the hunter of night.And I feared that I was the prey.Maimed, I stumbled..
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When the rain falls,Put your hands outside your door,feel the drops falling on your skin.The coldness may send shivers inside,but the silence will be ..
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I do not own the image
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The Absolute Power Of Dominance,placed undivided,among politically favored masses,Of wars with words fought.Of lives with those words killed.is today'..
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The one that matters is not of a number value;for he has tirelesslyspent his time for others' sake,has toiled in the scorching summer sun.For a thousa..
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