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blastimus
blastimus but they since rose, and won the day.
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but maybe it still was me

Soulful

Teardrops fall in trampling silence as I look inside your aching soul, as I see mine grasping for it and trying to mend the wounds I thought I opened.

And as I fail to reach you, I can feel that those tears dried out when you saw my hand, and your soul grabbed mine until the end.

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