Sometimes down we break like dreams, yet it's the wet dreams pulling us up back together, they make us breathe in the cold, they make us survive in the dark, they kill the death, solitude, emptiness.
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What Color Am I? Brown?
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Sometimes down we break like dreams, yet it's the wet dreams pulling us up back together, they make us breathe in the cold, they make us survive in the dark, they kill the death, solitude, emptiness.