14.7.11

I will be rising from the ground.


As the smoke clears I awaken and untangle you from me, would it make you feel better to watch me while I bleed? all my windows still are broken but I'm standing on my feet. You can take everything I have, you can break everything I am like I'm made of glass, like I'm made of paper. Go on and try to tear me down, I will be rising from the ground like a skyscraper.

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