the day after the storm
fight, fight, fight.
don't succumb to fatal night,
but stand with raised fist
until the morning's sun is kissed
by your calm in this raw storm.
you define your living norm.
don't succumb to fatal night,
but stand with raised fist
until the morning's sun is kissed
by your calm in this raw storm.
you define your living norm.
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The pic is gone! :(
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