Even in the storm we find peace through singing music walking through the rain, umbrella not needed as the rain slowly covers my body.Splashing in puddles yelling and shouting Lord I can't take it anymore.Darkness, voice's swarming inside I'm not sure if I can keep her in much longer.Personality mood evil come out come out Stella
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