would die in the streets, in the rain ...
So the water would carry my blood, where feelings are, and lose senido, I would like to know what it feels to die, maybe then we'd know what it feels like to live.
If bullets were rain, and lead were the clouds, I asphalt to be able to enjoy the heat, the earth, to people running to hide, hug the floor while screaming with pain and anguish. Haber
if so learn to value their life, and stop being the bastards they are. Desolate
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