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The storms you bring about my life
Are usually predictable.
This, too timid in mind, inbounds a fiery soul.
Too usure of what is to be said, I obliged.
With no lyric to guide the stars
Neverland becomes a distant belief.
Can the thought of this be too much to bear?
This... I'm too sure.
Are usually predictable.
This, too timid in mind, inbounds a fiery soul.
Too usure of what is to be said, I obliged.
With no lyric to guide the stars
Neverland becomes a distant belief.
Can the thought of this be too much to bear?
This... I'm too sure.
No sleep. Rough.
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