The clouds are dark and thunder roared and it rained a lot and it went on throughout the night
I don’t know what this feeling is
I don’t know what this feeling is Whether it’s happiness or sadness, Good or bad, Death or Life. It’s a curious feeling, I can see my face turn hot and red, In the pane of glass before me. I try to move, but I am suspended, Suspended in this curious feeling.
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