life under water.
From these tear waterfalls I flow. From these puddles and lakes I grow. To waves of anger that lash out In to the rivers of sorrow they flow. Buried under the mountain of pride It all shall be hidden alive. Until excavated It'll erupt from the pits of pride Breaking land sea and air everything must pay for this cry He wasn't the only one that died While Drowning in my sorrow It was your hands that could of kept me alive Now I'm Drowning in these tears of waterfalls looking for my breath to survive.
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