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Текст: Crying September Rain. Other. The Day All Youy Hopes Died.


Hard enough to face the day without your face stabbing me. my core is the only thing not destroyed and burned. your love sucks in everything and destroys it. then my pain turns into balls of pure pain and darkness and i throw them at you.
I THROW THEM AT YOU!
Crying September Rain