if you would have known the world, would you have seen the rain.


There is a fence. A metal fence carving into your body. Shining in the black sky. Craving to choke your smiling young being. Vibrating for every movement. Trembling. Just like it's storm or minus fifty. It's nothing of this. The fence is your soul.




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