It's not his house,
but what else could it be?
We have a capacity for evil,
as it comes to the surface
it's still Winter;
Time is not passing fast enough.
It goes so quickly.
Hopefully things will be better...
it's been one full year,
and it has dissipated;
It will die.
We're getting over the pain,
Yes.
Sometimes I'm gasping for air,
I'm going to stand up to you and fight you.
Yes, peacefully.
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