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Skies are crying
I am watching, catching teardrops in my hands
only silence
as its ending,like we never had a chance
do you have to
make me feel like,theres nothing left to me
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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