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off me
the rolling thunder but it only goes off inside me all my anger I don't even know it's that part of me I've yet to conquer all the rain falling but there is no drain it builds up in a solitary dam all my sadness so full but where does it come from all the hail pounding my brain hitting the spots that make me bleed but where does all the blood go the snow covers my eyes in different waves of strength so that my blindness comes and goes when it falls the coldness makes me see the outside as my enemy but why can't I see the coldness in me the earthquakes shake me from my soul the tornados stretch their cyclone wind but the worse are the clear skies when I see myself |
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Soooooooooo sad!! Where does all this sadness come from?
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