Faith, hopeless feeling, going through my mind Listen, pain… – Would you support the shoulder pads of frustration? and the two senses? Being ethereal or being ephemeral? The pain cries with the isolation. Silently, answer me the pain: – Your soul hurts; I am your reality. You are my conscience, we die too much.
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