This time, there were no screams.
Only fire.
THEN NOTHING.
Nothing put me in this mood.
When I woke up, the clouds were already black.
The rain was already pouring down onto my head.
Smashing, lashing, slashing, for the same thing!
I say quit, while we are heard.
A victim of high tension, and beat me every day.
This is coming to destruction
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