In what bandages have you wrapped yourself?
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Darkness comes darkness goes then there’s grey
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I don’t expect you to understand.
Endemic expectations,My father’s father’s Truth.
Black boughed oaks, snow whitened hills
Inside the explosions of the inner fight,lay meager means of disposition, such as figments of imagination,love conquers temptation, such…
To all of you who don’t believe in my talents,