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February 18, 2015

He makes the rain

And I come undone

I fall to the ground

Until I feel no more

No sunshine

To dry up these tears

The skin is split

And the red has over leaked

My soul melts

And sorrow swallows my heart

I've lost it along the way

Until I find myself

He sets me aflame

And I burn inside out

Drag me behind you along your path

And I hit every rock

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