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Storm of Death

I'm laying here with tears
Making rivers on my face
Thinking of everything
That got me in this place
I can't see past bad to the good
I can't see what living is worth
I just feel like I'm stuck inside
With my killing thoughts when it's raining
Then the tornado of death comes
There is no where to go
But to face it



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